#also nice food from what I heard from wips i showed

[montauk-koolaid]

Finished the banner for this blog.

Draw it to have a lot of Children of the Scarlet King members and adjacent (Like the scarlet king actual children, member of the CMA, ect.)

Left to Right, Back to Front:

Jacob Monatuak/ SCP 3553-A, SCP 682

PoI - 4887, Pastor Redd Harring (may not even be a real character but I did it anyway), Robert Montauk, Dipesh Spivak, Lady Agora, Test subject from SCP 475, SCP - 140 - A, the historian from SCP 140, hard to see them but I dont remember the scp number but it was of a member of CotSK starting a cult from all the other cults in the temple out no where.

Francis (ignore him), SCP 166, SCP 231 - 7, SCP 999, the rest of the SCP 231 instances. Lily (The Bitch tm)

[hongcherry]

Lunch Visit || csc (m)

"Seungcheol's a busy man, so you decide to bring him lunch. However, you end up staying longer than you planned."

👔 Pairing: ceo!Seungcheol x Reader (afab)

👔 Ratings/Genre/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff, office au, established relationship

👔 Warnings: Lots of kithes, fingering, oral (f. rec.), dom!cheol, light breast play, unprotected safe (be safe!), rough sex, also soft sex for 0.5 seconds, dirty talk, creampie, cum play, a sexy pic is sent, desk sex

👔 Word Count: 5.3k

👔 Beta: @playmetheclassics Indigo, you beautiful hooman. Thank you so much for thoroughly looking over this for me! Your comments made me laugh. Please accept my hug *opens arms* 🥰

👔 Author's Note: My first ever svt fic is here!!! I have a handful of svt wips, but I FINALLY got one finished (thank goodness) 😭 I'm really excited to show you all what I've been working on, but for now, here is ceo!cheol hehe. I hope you enjoy.

seventeen masterlist | main masterlist

The way to Seungcheol’s office was a winding path.

You would think the CEO’s office would be more accessible, but you supposed he was too busy to deal with minuscule issues his subordinates may have. Thus, he needed to be in a secluded area away from everyone. If everyone were to go to him with their problems, he would be working 24/7, if possible. However, it felt like he was working that long now anyway. This was why you found yourself outside the meeting room he was supposedly in—thanks to the receptionist.

Having been told his meeting ended three minutes ago, you pushed open the door without knocking. You figured he was lingering inside because he was gathering his materials before he left. You didn’t expect to be greeted by Seungcheol’s booming voice, sharp and annoyed.

“…have to push back our deadline because they want to change the conditions? Again?! Tell them no. They should’ve gotten their shit toget—Yn?”

Seungcheol stopped in his rant when he finally turned to see you at the door. His eyes immediately took in your not-so-professional attire. You had planned to hang out with a friend soon, but you wanted to drop off food for Seungcheol first.

“Hi, Cheol,” you greeted with a smile, eyes glancing at the room full of employees. You shifted uncomfortably under the stares. Most of them were looking at you with wide eyes. It made sense. You didn’t recognize them and weren’t dressed appropriately to be in the building.

You averted your gaze to Seungcheol and said, “I thought you were done with your meeting.”

Although his eyes softened at seeing you, they were still fierce—body hot from dealing with stupid people all morning.

“I’ll be done soon. Go wait for me in my office,” he instructed and started to walk to you. He dug a hand in his slacks, pulling out his keys and placing them in your palm. He glanced at the bag you were holding but didn’t say anything.

“I have to go soon; I just wanted—” 

“Ten minutes, alright?” he said.

“I don’t know if I can wait until then,” you replied.

Seungcheol took a deep breath. He didn’t want to snap at you, but his patience was already too low as it was.

“Five then. Go to my office, alright?” He sighed, gesturing out the door.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You could tell he was trying hard not to be too demanding.

“Fine,” you grumbled and turned around.

Walking to his office, you passed by Wonwoo’s room. You didn’t know him outside of work, but he was always friendly whenever you visited Seungcheol.

This time you knocked, waiting for a response before pushing his ajar door open more.

“Hi, Wonwoo,” you smiled.

He sat behind his desk, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as his eyes glided across the screens in front of him. He peered up when he heard your voice. He looked surprised to see you.

“Hey Yn, it’s nice to see you,” he replied, pushing away from his desk to give you his full attention. “I think Seungcheol is still in a meeting.”

You pointed in the direction of the meeting room, a small laugh escaping as you replied, “Yeah, I just came from there.”

“Oh,” he said sheepishly.

“I just came to stop by as I wait for him to finish,” you explained.

“You’re welcome to sit,” he said and gestured to the guest chair.

You obliged, setting down the bag and your purse. Like all your conversations, the context was light. Between asking about work updates and his recent lover, you passed the time quickly.

“I thought I told you to wait in my office.”

You snapped your gaze up; the words on your lips died upon hearing Seungcheol’s rigid tone. It was obvious he wasn’t pleased with you being here.

Your mouth dipped down. “It’s boring in there alone.”

“Hm,” he paused to look at Wonwoo, “I expect those files to be sent to me within an hour.”

“Hey, don’t be harsh on him, babe. I’m the one that disturbed him,” you said as you stood up with your belongings.

“Which is why I told you to go to—”

“Your office. Yeah, I got it,” you grumbled. You glanced at Wonwoo, giving him an apologetic smile. “I’m glad you’re happier, Wonwoo. Thanks for the chat.”

Wonwoo grinned as he rolled himself closer to his desk. “Thanks, Yn.”

“The files,” Seungcheol reminded Wonwoo. Wonwoo nodded, waving you goodbye when Seungcheol guided you out of the room.

You followed next to him as he walked to his office. The silence was unsettling. Glancing at him briefly, you noticed his jaw was clenched and lips angled downward more than usual.

“Ba—” you started to say.

“Wait until we get inside,” he simply ordered.

You’re not sure what you did wrong besides interrupting his meeting. You understood he was probably stressed, but you didn’t see the mistake as a big deal. If he had taken the lunch prior, he could’ve gotten back to work instead of talking to you.

Once Seungcheol shut and locked his office door, he moved you to his chair while leaning against his desk. You placed your belongings on the floor as he loosened his tie. He then placed his hands behind him on the wooden surface.

“Why are you mad at me?” you pouted, sinking into his comfortable seat.

Seungcheol sighed. “I’m not.”

“You’re acting like you are,” you huffed and furrowed your brows in puzzlement.

“You just came on a bad day,” he explained, hand coming up to rub his temples. “Why did you come anyway? Dressed like that too.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled,” you said sarcastically. “Also, what’s wrong with my outfit?”

“It’s not appropriate here,” he answered, hand falling from his face.

“I didn’t think I had to be dressed in slacks to come to see you,” you argued. He’s never had an issue with your “inappropriate” attire before, so you wondered what changed. 

“People were staring,” he muttered, lips returning to a frown.

You chuckled silently in realization. “My little jealous baby,” you cooed.

“I’m not,” he fussed.

“Oh, that’s good then. I’m going to meet Jun once I leave by the way,” you said.

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“Because he’s my friend,” you giggled, seeing his change in demeanor. “I’m actually probably late, so I should get going.”

Seungcheol reached down to pull you up and into a hug before you could leave. You smiled, knowing he was definitely hiding his jealousy. Your arms slid under his suit jacket, and you began to rub his back.

“Don’t go,” Seungcheol mumbled into your neck. “I’m sorry I was rude to you.”

“I’m not going to spite you, Cheol. I had already planned to see him. I just wanted to drop by to give you lunch before I went,” you explained. “I know you’ve been busy.”

You enjoyed teasing him, but you didn’t want him to think you were doing something to upset him purposely.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

You stayed silent for a moment as you felt his body gradually relax in your hold. When you felt he had calmed down, you slowly pulled away enough to see his face. You offered a small smile, tucking the hair that was in his face behind his ear. You let your hand rest on his cheek after.

“Do you forgive me?” he questioned.

“You can make up for being mean to me,” you suggested softly.

“How?” he asked, hands gripping your waist firmly so you couldn’t move too far.

You pretended to think, eyes raising to the ceiling momentarily as you thought. 

“Five kisses,” you finally said.

“Only five?” Seungcheol asked playfully. You smiled at hearing his light tone. You were glad he was happier, even if it was just for now.

“Depends how good they are,” you said and leaned forward. His lips were a few inches from yours.

“They’re always good,” he scoffed lightly.

“Let me be the judge of that.”

You pressed your lips against his gently. However, Seungcheol was too anxious to go slow. He pressed you flush against him as he slipped his tongue between your lips.

He switched your positions, so you were against his desk. Your hands went down his back before landing on his ass. You gave him a mischievous squeeze that had him biting your lip in return. You giggled as you pulled away.

“We’re going to be here a long time if you kiss me like that, Cheollie,” you said. “You have four more to go.”

Seungcheol lifted you onto his desk, hands resting on the surface so he could lean closer. “That was my last meeting of the day. I’m all yours, baby.”

He kissed you again, but you pulled away before he could deepen it.

“I don’t believe you,” you replied. Hearing how annoyed he sounded earlier, you felt he had things to tend to today.

Seungcheol smirked, a small sigh leaving his mouth. “Always so smart.”

He gave you a quick peck before moving away to type something on his computer that resided on the adjacent part of his desk. While he did this, you pulled your phone out to text Jun that you’d be running late.

“There,” he announced and put his computer to sleep. “Now, I’m free.”

You set your phone down, arms coming up to hook around his neck when he returned. “Two more.”

“Two?” he asked, confused, while putting his hands on your hips.

“You just gave me another one, so yes, two.”

“That wasn’t even a kiss,” Seungcheol said, words dragging out.

“I still counted it. Two more kisses, then I’ll let you get back to work.“

“We’ll see about that,” he muttered before crashing his mouth on yours.

Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Seungcheol’s hands rubbed your sides. His thumbs brushed against the underside of your breasts each time, making you yearn for his touch more.

You tore away from him, breathing a little heavier. He stared at you with hooded eyes.

“You’re slowly being forgiven,” you teased.

He raised a brow at you. “So, you admit my kisses are good?”

You laughed at his tone, finding him cute despite his slight smugness.

“I think I need one more to know,” you replied.

Seungcheol gave you another kiss, tongue pushing past your lips quickly as he made out with you fervently.

“Okay,” you giggled when he pulled away. “They’re good.”

“You were just being complicated,” he huffed. Your gaze glanced down at his swollen lips and then to his eyes. He was watching you closely, chest rising and falling quicker than usual. You really were lucky to have him.

“Maybe,” you smiled. “That was five, lover boy. Now, get back to work.”

You placed a hand on his chest to move him away, but he stayed still. You tilted your head at him.

“Move, Cheol,” you said in case he didn’t understand that you meant now.

Seungcheol shook his head, a hand sliding down your body until it was nestled between your legs.

“I’m not done with you, baby,” he growled lowly.

Your mouth fell open in a gasp when he started to circle your clit. Seungcheol leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses on your neck. Your hands moved to clutch his sides, pulling him closer as you spread your legs to accommodate him.

“I thought you s-said we couldn’t do this here anymore,” you stammered, a small smirk on your mouth when he tugged down your shorts.

He pulled away from your neck to mutter in your ear, “No, I said you couldn’t be so fucking loud.”

As soon as your shorts and underwear were on the floor, he kneeled. His hands gripped your thighs and shifted you closer to the edge of his desk. One of your hands immediately went to his hair, clutching it and pushing his face toward you. His tongue glided along your slit before his mouth connected with your clit.

Seungcheol gave you a pointed look and slowed his ministrations when you moaned a little too loud. You bit your lip in response since you didn’t want him to stop.

Once you quieted down, Seungcheol continued. His tongue lapped at your arousal, eyes closing briefly as he savored your taste.

You watched him in awe. You loved seeing how enthused he was whenever he was between your legs.

“This isn’t what I meant when I said I brought you lunch,” you quipped.

Seungcheol flattened his tongue, slowly gathering your slick before he stood up. He made a show of swallowing, and you shook your head playfully at his act.

“Maybe not, but I’m enjoying my meal very much,” he murmured. He slid his fingers between your folds, coating them in your wetness before pushing one inside. “You taste so good, baby.”

As a small moan slipped from your mouth, you shifted your hands down to his slacks. You unbuckled his belt quickly.

“Yeah?” you asked, feeling an odd sense of pride at the compliment.

He nodded as he chuckled and put another finger inside. He pumped them slowly. You whined at the slight stretch, needing to feel his cock instead. You pushed down his zipper and moved his pants and underwear out of the way. Your walls squeezed around his fingers at the sight of him. You reached out to spread his pre-cum before slowly rubbing his shaft.

“M-maybe you can bring me lunch again next week,” he mumbled, trying to keep his focus on your words rather than your hand.

“I can do that,” you smiled.

He grinned back and pressed his lips on yours again. His fingers started to move quicker, causing you to moan into the kiss. Seungcheol smirked, added another finger, and continued his fast movements. You were so focused on his hand that you had to pull away from the kiss to cry out, your hand pausing on him.

Seungcheol was quick to press his other hand on your mouth, muffling your moans as he gradually decreased his speed. He pulled his fingers from you but kept his hand against your face. His other hand gently took your hand off his cock.

“You’re gonna stay quiet for me, or else I’ll send you on your way out without cumming,” he threatened lowly.

You answered back, but it wasn’t very clear. He moved his hand and nodded for you to repeat.

“But you like it when I’m loud,” you whined.

“Today, I just want to have you all to myself. I want to be the only one who hears you,” he explained, hands trailing down to the top of your off-the-shoulder blouse. He tugged it down until just your bra was exposed. It had your arm movements restricted; raising them too much would push the material back up.

You started to pull your arms out, so you could move better, but Seungcheol stopped you.

“I like you like this,” he said. His hands tugged down the top of your bra, a small smirk forming on his lips when your breasts were freed from their confinements. “So beautiful.”

Seungcheol shifted a few objects on his desk before carefully laying you down on his desk. He didn’t bother undressing as he situated himself between your legs, length in hand. You attempted to prop your feet on the desk but had little trouble finding your footing.

“Here,” he said and guided your legs around him instead.

Your face heated at his readjustments. “T-thanks.”

Seungcheol smiled at you, kind and loving as if you had just said something precious to him. He aligned his tip at your entrance and leaned over you. It had his tip pushing into your entrance. You whined at the feeling, moving your hips in hopes of feeling more. However, he stayed put.

Seungcheol slid a hand behind your neck and gently lifted you slightly. He moved his face so it was mere inches from yours. Your elbows rested on the surface to be more balanced.

“I love you,” he murmured.

A grin broke out on your face. “I love you.”

He gave you a sweet kiss as he gradually sank into your heat. The feel of his cock filling you up had you tightening your legs around his waist. Seungcheol let you push him closer, deeper; his groan got lost in your mouth.

Slowly, he started to rock into you. The kiss grew sloppy with each snap of his hips. Eventually, he broke it off, mouth ajar as he basked in how you fit so well around him.

“C-Cheol,” you whimpered, hands finding a hold on his wrists that were within reach.

He stared down at you while he started to speed up. There was a thin coat of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He adjusted himself, so he could move deeper. The position had him hitting a particular spot that made you moan loudly.

For the second time, Seungcheol covered your mouth to silence your sounds.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he asked. However, his hips suddenly slammed into yours. It had you crying out again. The smirk on his face told you it was purposeful; he wanted to hear you be noisy despite his words. His other hand moved to grip one of your breasts. Your hands moved to hold onto your shirt, needing to hold onto something.

“No one listens to me,” he huffed, suddenly recalling the events from earlier. He had been trying to close a deal for five months, but each time he tried to finalize everything, the other person would change the conditions. He was tired of going back and forth. Not to mention, some of his veteran employees have been making rookie mistakes lately. He was just fed up.

You moaned into Seungcheol’s hand when he squeezed your breast harshly. He bowed his head, hips snapping at a brutal pace. His mind was consumed with all the annoyance bottled up in him the past few weeks. He needed to let go of his frustrations. He was tired of everything going wrong around him.

Except for you. You always treated him right.

Seungcheol slowed down once he realized how rough he had been. He moved his hand from your face, eyes searching yours.

“S-sorry,” he breathed heavily. “Are you okay?”

Although you felt sore from where his skin was hitting yours, you were fine.

“Yes,” you replied. However, you grew worried for him. Seungcheol has been rough with you before, but this time felt different.

“Are you okay?” you questioned.

Seungcheol sighed, resting his head against your chest as he held you close. You moved your hands to caress his head; you didn’t care that your shirt had risen because of it.

“Is it about work?” you asked.

“I just need this deal to go through. It’s been going on for months,” he complained.

You petted his head soothingly. “Maybe you should find another place if they’re difficult.”

“I can’t. This place will benefit us greatly.”

“Hold in there then, babe. Hopefully, they’ll come around. If not, I know you’ll still be successful without them,” you tried to reassure. You didn’t completely understand all his business practices, but you knew you hated seeing him so upset.

Seungcheol lifted his head to look at you. “Because I have you.”

You giggled softly and cupped his cheeks. You gave them a subtle squish that had Seungcheol whine.

“No, because you’re really smart and hard-working.”

“But you motivate me to do better,” he replied.

Smiling, “You do too, Cheollie.”

“I like when you call me that,” he confessed quietly and leaned down.

“I know,” you murmured, raising your head to meet him for a kiss. You felt his lips spread into a grin.

He steadily began to roll his hips again. This time his pace was gentler. He pulled away and moved onto his hands again, eyes briefly glancing down where he slid into you and then to your face again. Seungcheol’s brows were drawn together in concentration.

Your hands moved to his forearms and said, “You can go faster. I’m okay.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied with a shake of his head.

“You won’t. I’ll tell you if you are, alright?” you reassured.

He stared at you for a moment, hips faltering. “You promise?”

“Yes,” you said.

Seungcheol nodded. You were anticipating him to pick up where he left off, but instead, he slipped out of you. Your legs unhooked from around him, and you sat up. You looked at him confused. You could already feel how sore you’d be after this was all done.

He peeled off his jacket and tossed it to the floor, spreading it out before turning to you. His arms wrapped around you and lifted you off his desk.

“Oh,” you said, surprised, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Seungcheol carefully laid you back on his jacket on the floor.

“Better?” he asked as he settled between your legs.

You had to admit your legs were aching at having been in the same position for a while. Although the carpet wasn’t as plush as you’d like, it felt better than the hard surface of his desk. You figured he could’ve put you in his chair, but it was nice to have more room.

“Yes, thank you,” you said.

“I think I should get a couch in here soon,” he replied after a glance around his office. 

There was a table and chairs in the corner for private meetings. He had bookcases and file cabinets along the wall that took up most of his space. However, there was an empty corner he could furnish.

You laughed lightly. “I think that’d be a good investment.”

“It’d make you want to visit more,” he commented.

“And what’s wrong with that?” you scoffed half-heartedly.

Seungcheol smirked. “If you haven’t noticed, you’re very distracting.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep it in your pants,” you joked.

“Oh?” he asked, suppressing a laugh.

You gave him a challenging look. It had Seungcheol laughing at your cute expression.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. “You’re just too beautiful and mine not to fuck dumb.”

“I-I don’t become dumb,” you argued weakly.

“Should we find that out now?” he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock along your dripping folds.

Your hips jerked slightly when he grazed your clit.

“Buy me a new pair of shoes if you lose,” you forced out. You tried not to focus on how he was pushing into you slightly before pulling away.

“Oh, we’re betting on this? Alright. You have to buy me a new watch,” he bargained.

You rolled your eyes. “You have like five different ones already.”

“And it’ll be six soon,” he smiled smugly.

“You don’t know that.”

“Baby, yes, I do,” he chuckled confidently.

You opened your mouth to retaliate, but what came out instead was a gasp.

Seungcheol had pushed into your core abruptly. He wasn’t as abrasive as before, but he was quicker than a few minutes ago. He stared down, his eyes watching as his cock disappeared into your body. He loved seeing how stuffed he made you.

Suddenly his finger was on your clit, rubbing harsh circles that had you moaning his name and gripping the carpet.

“Always so good for me,” he praised. “Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

You nodded, walls clenching at his words. He sucked in a breath at the feeling but didn’t let that distract him. He wanted to see you babbling; he wanted to see your eyes roll back. He moved his hand and grabbed the back of your thighs. He moved them to your chest. It wasn’t the most comfortable position due to the not-so-soft ground, but your only thought was chasing your high.

“Fuck, C-Cheol,” you rasped at the deeper feeling. Your head leaned back as he thrust swiftly.

Seungcheol quickly shoved down your top again, fixing it so he could see how your beasts bounced with each snap of his hips. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening the longer he fucked into you.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” he grunted.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered. “Feels so—Hmph!—good. Love your c-cock.”

Seungcheol couldn’t stop the smirk on his face. He was pleased to see how easy it was to get you to fall apart.

“Wanna come for me, angel?” he panted, feeling his own climax approaching.

“Please!” you begged.

“Go ahead,” he said.

Seungcheol moved his hips a little harder, a litter faster, until your legs were trembling, and his hips were stuttering. He cursed out your name when he came. Your walls fluttered around his cock as he spilled himself in your cunt.

The sounds of panting filled the room while you both eased down from your orgasms.

“I think I won,” Seungcheol gloated between breaths.

“Whatever,” you huffed in jest, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it.

He smiled, leaning down to peck your lips before carefully pulling out and standing up. You stayed on the floor, tired. You could feel his cum begin to leak out of you and onto his jacket.

Seungcheol came back within seconds and guided your legs into your panties and shorts again. He slid them up your legs; however, before he fully dressed you, he gathered his cum on his fingers and shoved it back in. You mewled at the sensation but didn’t push him away.

Once he was done, he slid your clothes on.

“Keep my cum in you when you visit that friend of yours, baby,” he instructed.

Your eyes widened at realizing the intentions of his previous actions.

“O-okay,” you agreed, face heating at the thought of leaving with his seed pooling in your panties. He smiled, happy to hear that, then helped you to your feet. Seungcheol spotted a faint stain on his jacket, but he didn’t care. He plucked the clothing item from the floor and put it in his chair.

“I would make you stay longer, but you got a watch to buy me,” he said, a cocky grin on his face.

You glared at him as you fixed your top. Seungcheol just raised an eyebrow challengingly while he tucked himself back in his pants. He fixed his tie and smoothed down his shirt.

“Do you have a particular one in mind?” you asked, reaching toward him to fix his messy hair.

“Surprise me,” he shrugged. His smirk had turned into a kind smile at your gesture, his dimples showing.

When you pulled away, you poked them mirthfully. It wasn’t your first time doing so, so Seungcheol just smiled more.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out,” he said and grabbed your purse. You thanked him, taking it and following him out of his office. Some people stared at you both as you passed but quickly averted their eyes when you caught their gaze.

“I think you might get some questions,” you told Seungcheol in the elevator.

Seungcheol glanced at you, hand in yours. “Next time, I’ll have to gag you.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Cheollie,” you purred and angled your body, so it was against his more. He chuckled and gave your forehead a kiss.

“I’ll get that couch ordered today,” he informed.

“Today? You’re eager for more lunch visits?” you asked.

“Perhaps,” he grinned. “But I want you to have a more comfortable place to rest when you come over anyway. You don’t look comfy when you’re napping at the table.”

You shrugged. He was right, but you weren’t going to complain when all you wanted to do was spend time with him—even when you were catching some z’s.

“I don’t mind,” you replied.

“I do, though,” he said, a little sternly to let you know he wasn’t going to change his mind.

When the elevator dinged your arrival, you moved away from him. He kept his hands in yours, not bothering to show a little PDA in his own building.

“Will you call me when you get home?” he asked once he stood near the door.

“Of course. Don’t stay here too long, okay? You’ve been here too much lately,” you frowned, staring at him with pleading eyes.

He sighed and gave you a sympathetic look. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll be there early tonight, baby.”

“You better,” you grumbled. “Or else the watch will be mine.”

Seungcheol chuckled and nodded. “Noted. Drive safely.”

“I will. Can I give you a quick kiss?” you asked. You knew he wanted to keep the PDA at a minimum, and you wanted to respect his wishes.

Seungcheol glanced around quickly, seeing only a few people wandering the lobby.

“Okay,” he said.

You smiled and pressed your mouth against his. You let it linger for a few seconds before pulling away.

“See you at home, Cheollie,” you said.

“See you then,” he replied. You turned, but before you could take a step, you felt his hand lightly hit your ass.

You turned, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Remember what I said?” he asked.

You ducked your head down at his question. You could already feel his cum starting to slowly seep out of your pussy. “Yes.”

“Good,” he smirked and started to walk backward. “Bye, beautiful.”

You huffed at his audacity, waving at him with a playful glare before exiting the building.

Needless to say, you were extremely late meeting Jun. You simply said you got caught up in traffic going to and from Seungcheol’s office. Jun was hesitant about if he believed you, but he let it go. At some point, you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom when you felt Seungcheol’s cum leak from your panties. Your walls clenched around nothing, unintentionally pushing more of his seed out as your saw how ruined your underwear was. You weren’t going to send Seungcheol a picture at first, but you wanted to show him the mess he made.

Cheollie 🥵 [3:31] my messy baby

Cheollie 🥵 [3:31] i’ll make a mess out of u again tonight if u let me

You [3:32] you def better be home early tonight then.

Cheollie 🥵 [3:34] 😉

You hastily cleaned yourself up, heart beating quickly with anticipation for tonight.

You hung out with Jun for another half an hour before you left. On your way home, you stopped by a candy store. Seungcheol wanted a watch, but he never specified what kind of watch. You had planned to buy him an actual one, but then recalled the edible watches you had seen as a kid. You’d buy him a real watch later. You just wanted to play with him first.

Seungcheol came home early as promised. It was peaceful for two minutes before he was pushing you against the wall, telling you how you had gotten him hard again. Thankfully, he was in an online meeting, so no one could see his growing bulge. However, the rest of the day was filled with mental images of you both in compromising positions.

You weren’t able to give him his watch until the next day, but when you presented it to him, he doubled over laughing. It was a sound you adored hearing, and you were so grateful you were the cause of it. You thought he’d eat it, however, he wore it to work that day. Something about how he wanted to have something to remember you by. It was just a plus he could have a few nibbles as a snack throughout the day. He got funny looks and a few questions about it, but he didn’t mind. He loved having anything you bought him. Even if it was just a silly candy watch.

A/N: BSS COMEBACK LET'S GO 😈

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[whimsicalmeerkat]

find the word tag game

tagged by @aparticularbandit to find these words in a WIP: knife, life, stolen, wonder

Mix of tags from the teen wolf crowd and the 30+ fanfic discord: @dear-massacre @mirrorthoughts @thotpuppy @definitively-different-drivel @lavender-lotion @girlwithakiwi @calenlily @mswhich

No pressure at all! All you’re doing is searching for these words and posting them.

your words: random, awe, believe, food

I just searched my teen wolf scrivener file, so these are from a mix of wips. If part of the fic is posted I’ve added the link.

~

knife: from the beginning of my fic with the working title “Chris has amnesia”.

“Woah, Mr. Argent, I thought we were past this!” Chris heard the newcomer say, but he was too distracted by the fact that he was holding a knife he was pretty sure he’d pulled out of his boot.

“Oh my god, why did I have a knife in my shoe? Who does that?”

life: from chapter one of a fic I’m posting tomorrow for Deter Week that really needs a title or it’s just gonna be “mirrors”

Unfortunately, the kid did choose the wrong alley. Fortunately for him, Derek walked past the entrance and was able to pull the rogue off of him. Everything would have been ok at that point if the rogue had run away, but Derek cost him his prey and he's angry about it. Oh yeah, he's also an alpha, because Derek's life is the sort where he doesn't get to have nice things. Not since he got his whole family killed.

stolen: from devil don’t take a break, my demon Stiles bad friend Scott fic

“Derek had her jacket. He must have stolen it when he took her home from the party. I found it hanging on a branch, then he attacked me.”

“You think Derek Hale lured you into the woods so that Chris Argent could shoot you with a crossbow. That doesn’t make any sense!”

wonder: from my Stackson friendship movie fixit fic

“So, your dad not calling you when the nogitsune showed up… No wonder you’re so fucking pissed.”

Jackson is giving him an understanding look. Stiles has no idea what to do with that so he takes another swallow of wine. The conversation with his dad is too recent—too raw—to talk about it with other people.

[kinnporsche]

hey guys, i’m back with yet another kinn & porsche rec list! just like with the others, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (in order to share the love)! all currently incomplete fics have been marked with (wip). lastly, i would like to thank not only god but also jesus for all the talented writers in this fandom—y’all are single-handedly making this year bearable for me. anyway, please be sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love! [part 4/?]

— silvered perceptions by nuwildcat – explicit / 210k words

Mama told Kinn about the Pull when he was little, weaving a tale of romance and destiny and putting a sparkle in his eye for the mystical shot at meeting someone perfect for him. For the longest time Kinn thought he wouldn’t be lucky enough to know what that was like, until he crashed into a piss-soaked alley while running for his life.

Things haven’t gone quite like Mama said. There’s a whole lot more attitude than Kinn expected, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued. Things aren’t always what they appear to be at first sight. Now, if he plays his cards right, Kinn has a shot at getting the happiness his mother described. Kinn’s always excelled at poker, but this game will test even his skills.

— worthy of love and loyalty by rebellconquerer – explicit / 86.1k words

Things aren’t going great for Porsche. He has too many jobs that don’t put enough food on the table for him and Porchay, but at least they’re together. What happens when Porsche gets recruited to the Theerapanyakul agency by the founder’s asshole son and blackmailed into joining in? Why, sparks fly, of course. In all meanings of the word.

(Or: The spy x handler AU you didn’t know you wanted.)

— my daddy’s got a gun by martynax – explicit / 49.8k words

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?”

Porsche blinks at him, because it’s quite a bizarre thing to say. “Um, no. At least, I don’t think so.”

It earns him a cocked eyebrow in response. “So, you have been here before?”

“A few times,” Porsche answers and shrugs his shoulders. He sometimes comes for a free drink from Jom, and to eat the exceptionally good finger food that just lays on the bar for everyone to enjoy. He usually comes during the day, when it’s not as busy as it is right now. “I’m usually here earlier on.”

“Ah,” the man hums, like it makes perfect sense. “So, how much do you take for a night?”

— whittled down by another war by rageprufrock – explicit / 46.6k words

It starts with snide commentary on gelato and ends in a hail of bullets, Kinn running panicked down the filthy back streets around Thonglor Soi being chased by Sicilian shitbags who are pissed he doesn’t want to ferry around their cocaine anymore.

— leveling up ‘series by thewayside – explicit / 35.2k words

Between the handover of power and the monotony of adult life, meetings, and telling other people what to do, he’s exhausted and he barely gets his head above the parapet sometimes. Still, he always finds at least five minutes in his day to text Kinn, close his eyes, and imagine the fun they could have together. Being in a relationship has its perks.

(Or: Post-finale relationship exploration/day in the life of fluff and a lot of sex.)

— cherries in your mouth ‘series by baby_droll – explicit / 32.9k words

“As far as you’re concerned, he’s your baby cousin. Just be nice, and we’ll show him how well-adjusted adults act, so he’ll quit it with the whole ‘I’ve got all this rich boy angst and nowhere to put it’ shitshow. It’s not cute, you know? Throwing a tantrum in nine hundred dollar shoes. Heard auntie yelled at him, called him something unsavory when he gatecrashed tea.”

Kinn doesn’t know why Tawan says that like he’s supposed to know what he means by ‘unsavory.’

(Or: An AU written in the style and dysfunction of a summer Succession episode. Featuring affairs, lake houses, car sex, and the Royification of KinnPorsche.)

— night call by (vesna) mrsronweasley – explicit / 32.4k words

On Kinn’s birthday, Kinn is dragged by Tae and Time to a strip club, where he gets a private dance from a man who calls himself Jom. Kinn is smitten. Things spin out from there.

— in time by achray – mature / 10.8k words

Chay has totally the wrong impression of everything. Except that he isn’t wrong that Porsche, mafia boss, sometimes seems to Porsche himself like an entirely different person to Porsche, broke bartender and failing college student.

— fell in love with the fire long ago by butterflylungs – explicit / 8.4k words

That night Kinn gets a picture of Porsche on the bed, wearing only one of his blazers and briefs. This time Kinn tries to call him, but Porsche texts back that he has an early meeting the next morning and that he has to go to sleep. If he answers the call, hears Kinn’s voice, Porsche fears he’s not going to be able to control himself, and he wants to hold out on Kinn as long as possible.

(Or: Porsche decides to play a game of teasing while Kinn is away on a business trip; it leads to very fun consequences.)

— i’m holy, i want you to know it by kurtstiel – explicit / 7.5k words

“Tell me you only fucked me because it was convenient, and I’ll leave.”

The muscle in Kinn’s jaw tightens. He holds eye contact for only a couple more seconds before his eyes dart away, out towards the city skyline. The distant city lights look like stars, illuminating Kinn’s face in the same way they did at the pier.

(Or: Porsche seeks Kinn out to take back his sense of control after the night of the diamond auction.)

— below the clavicle by androktasia – explicit / 6.9k words

One of Kinn’s hands wraps around the back of Porsche’s head, scratching gently through the short hair at the nape of his neck. It’s addictive, and so, so sweet and Porsche swallows, feeling suddenly miserable. He tugs himself away. Kinn’s hand lingers on his neck as he digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny plastic bag with a small white pill in it.

Porsche puts the pill into his glass of expensive champagne, and they both watch it dissolve, slowly; bubbles foaming out until the golden liquid has entirely swallowed it up. Kinn raises an eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation. His hand strokes gently on Porsche’s neck. Porsche smiles blandly as he takes the glass, swirls it gently around, and then tips half of it into his mouth in one go.

Kinn jerks, an aborted motion, grabbing Porsche’s wrist—but he’s too late.

(Or: Porsche drugs himself to re-enact the night of the diamond auction.)

— these, our bodies, possessed by light by concernedlily – explicit / 4k words

“You think? You were such an asshole that night. This is my territory. This is where I fucked my girls, you know that? Maybe I’d have got you.”

(Or: Set during the episode 11 visit to Yok’s bar—Kinn and Porsche revisit the place where they first met.)

— squeeze a little, tease a little more by mirrorofprinces – explicit / 3.4k words

Porsche knows he’s tucked up well under the desk, theoretically completely hidden, but all it would take is an accidental noise to give him away, or for a pair of wandering eyes at the exact right angle to catch a glimpse of his socked feet. The idea doesn’t entirely put him off.

— first impressions by airgiodslv – teen / 3.2k words

There’s movement in Bank’s peripheral vision, and fuck, thank god, but fuck, Mr. Kinn is standing there in the doorway, warily taking in the scene.

“Porsche,” he says. It’s completely neutral, an invitation for explanation. Bank pants for breath and calculates his best chance of stopping Mr. Porsche if he tries to swing Bank’s gun toward Mr. Kinn. Based on the way this has gone so far, his odds aren’t great.

“Kinn,” Mr. Porsche answers cheerfully. “We were just waiting for you.”

— begging for belief by piecrust – explicit / 2.7k words

In his darkest moments—in the moments where he’s not allowed to be anyone other than his father’s son—Kinn wonders if Porsche is doing all of this on purpose.

(Or: An extra scene at the end of 1x08.)

[coldercreation]

Random WIP, likely to remain a WIP

(--) “Boy! C���mere! Take this to the captain‘s (rooms?)??” the cook called, gruff and short, but not unkind.

?? skirted around the kitchen hands, ducking under pots, trying to avoid getting underfoot (??) (--)

“Me?” ?? asked, taking the covered tray that was being handed to him. “But-"

“The quartermaster called for you, son.”

“The quartermaster?” ?? repeated, frowning. “But... Why?”

“Still askin’ too many questions,” the cook grumbled. He piled another nice plate on top of the already heavy tray, eyeing ?? critically, probably to make sure he wouldn’t topple over with the food. “Do as ye’r told.” The cook stuffed a bite of warm bread in between ??s teeth. -- He?? grinned around the mouthful, eyes squinting pleased as the doughy, savoury taste exploded on his tongue. The cook scowled, waving him off. “Now, get!” 

-- ?

?? was slow going up the stairs, wrists straining and arms shaking. Even after all these months at sea he hadn’t been able to build the same sort of mass most of the crew seemed to put on so effortlessly. Still as puny?? and birdlike as ever, precisely what the courts and ballrooms had expected a fresh, malleable, noble youth like him to be.

Somehow ?? had managed to grow up to seem exactly what everyone around him had wanted him to be, whilst also being the absolute opposite of that.

A tarnished, wasted, angel, one of the ma’ams had called him --?? And she hadn’t even known the ‘worst’ of it; just an elderly lady scoffing at a young man’s carelessness, horrified that someone of his stature would be caught running about the gardens, barefoot and clothes damp with dirt.

“Sneaking a bite?” Crew?? asked, callused fingers reaching towards the tray. ?? shouldered past him, turning his back so the food would remain untouched. “Oi! Who’s that for?”

“The captain. And quartermaster. I think?”

“Why’s the cook not takin’ it ‘imself? Did y’steal that, y’rat? Hey!”

?? Ignored the questioning, knowing they just wanted a piece of whatever the tray held.

Not that they weren’t right to be suspicious. ?? definitely wasn’t the one who would normally interact with the captain’s quarters, nor the men who’d frequent it the most.

He knew to stay out of their way. The less they saw of him, the better. 

It was a miracle the first mate had even allowed him on board; too skinny, too polished, and too ignorant to be of any real help. 

Too naive, they had called him. Won’t last a week. Made of that posh sort of glass, not a cut to his soft hands. The sea, she’d eat him alive.

All true. Humiliatingly so.

But ?? had vowed to make it worth it for the first mate. Had given all the money he had stolen from his father and his older brothers. The steep earnings he had gotten from secretly selling one of the estate’s best stallions. 

The merchant sailors had looked at his offerings as if they were meagre pennies. Looked at him like he was just a wealth-ruined son of a lord(??) Too gullible and coddled, blind to the reality of life outside the riches he had grown up in.

And perhaps they had been right.

Perhaps someone less coddled would’ve been able to tell merchant sailors apart from the navy, and the navy apart from the... 

Well.

The pirates took his money, gladly, but at least they also took him, holding their end of the deal.

They said that, in time, he’d make a good decoy; sun bleached hair creating an aura of innocence, pale skin that burned pink in the summer heat showing he wasn’t used to the elements. He looked like a lord’s son, even in his ratty clothes. Posture pin straight, hands always politely placed, blue eyes 'pure like his bloodline'.

No one’d suspect him, they said. He looked useless, out of place, here. They’ll let their guards down for someone like him.

A decoy, they said. All ?? heard was that he was disposable.

Which he supposed he was. 

An inconvenience, more than anything. A spoiled brat who’s father and uncles were powerful enough to be wary of, who’s mother was wealthy enough to pay someone to find ??, if she’d feel inclined to do so.

Not that she would. 

Not after her maids had tattled to her about ??s games with the stable hand.

?? pushed the image of his chronically stern-faced mother out of his mind, instead focusing on the problem of knocking on the captain's door when both of his hands were occupied.

He used the worn point of his shoe, wobbling slightly balancing on one foot.

(--)“Why’s the runt here?” the captain asked tiredly, clearly having expected the head cook, as usual. The man barely glanced at ??, eyes flitting between the food placed in front of him and the books on his desk. “I thought you said we have someone who can help.”

The quartermaster rolled his eyes. “He can read and write.”

The captain paused, rings clinking against the gold trimmed plate he had been reaching for.

“That’s it?” the captain asked. His tone made ?? shift uneasily, eyes to the floor, hands behind his back. “We‘ve been sailing aimlessly for weeks... You think a lad who can read will solve our problems?”

“And write,” the quartermaster repeated, shrugging. He didn’t seem too concerned by the storm building in the captain’s gaze. “Better than nothing, surely.”

The captain closed his eyes, a deep, tortured cut pressing in between his brows. The man sighed, for a moment looking like he was praying, even though ?? knew that these men prayed to nothing but the devils living deep below the seas.

“Fine. Gods... Fine.” The captain grabbed a fork, lifting the cover from the tray to stab through a deliciously steaming potato. ?? himself had eaten barely nothing but gruel for months, their last docking just a distant memory. 

The quartermaster ushered ?? to the desk behind the captain’s more impressive decorative piece, leaving the darkly scowling man to his dinner. --

Although nothing like the main desk??, the smaller piece of furniture was still made of fine wood, its surfaces sanded smooth. It was bolted to the wall and the floorboards to keep it in place against the rocking of the ship. 

The quartermaster had a smug air to him as he piled some of the heavy books and scrolls in front of ??. He even pulled a fresh candle out just to light the space some more, the wax smooth, wick catching easily despite how damp everything on board usually was. (??)

“Anything you find about a gannet’s nest, you mark with a clear tag. Write it down, and tell one of us, or the first mate.” The quartermaster snatched a pot of ink from the captain’s shelf, pressing a silky white quill in ??s hand.

“A gannet?” ?? asked, pulling one of the scrolls closer to him, eyeing the messy cursive pensively. -- If only his old tutor ?? could see him now... “The seabird?”

“Aye, the seabird.” The quartermaster’s heavy hand landed on ?? nape, his fingers squeezing down briefly, pointedly. “Blue bill, golden cap, eats like the devil’s about to take our tomorrow. Write down anything that even hints to it, and not a word ‘bout it outside these rooms.”

The last bit, it wasn’t a question. Not even a request.

?? frowned in confusion, but he nodded all the same.

“Good lad. I’ll tell the ?? that I’ve taken you off his hands, for now. Do well and maybe we can consider keepin’ you off the – - ”? 

?? knew he wasn’t particularly smart. 

He wasn’t quick on his feet and he knew nothing of the street smarts most of the men under this sail had needed to find over the years. 

Maybe ?? wasn’t the cleverest son of a lord, but still, he refused to be thick enough to believe that the 'gannet’s nest' he was told to look for was referencing an actual gannet. 

Perhaps another ship?

Perhaps a cyphered coordinate? A sea current? A term for astrology and sailing maps?

The captain cleared his throat, dark wine spilling into his tall glass when ?? turned.

“Start with this,” the man said. Two of his smallest fingers flicked towards a thick book, the rest of them lazily wrapped around the stem of his drink.

The book was titled ‘Gannets’. 

?? tilted his head, confused, and silently questioning the sanity of these men. 

(--?)

Captain's orders, ?? read on.

The book was about... gannets. 

(--)

[tryan-a-bex]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you @bazzybelle and @hardly-an-escape for the tags!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

32

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

38,639 (I started writing March 2023, so this is happy.)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sandman primarily, lots of crossovers, and one for DND Honor Among Thieves which is not a crossover (The Ring Bear). I also have several done for Fuckboi Dream, but I'm waiting to post them until it is finished (if you ask nicely I might let you see them).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

King of Night and Prince of Day (based on Nathanwonderwolf's amazing art)

Five Guesses Why Hob is Immortal and One Broken Plate (this is a Scooby Doo crossover; yes, you heard that right.)

Social Media (Delirium delivers a preteen to Dream to raise; it's his counterpart, the personification of the collective consciousness. This was supposed to be pure crack idk why people like it?)

Well... Why Not? (400 words of Hob and Crowley egging each other on to ever greater heights of recklessness.)

Heavenly Hijinks (Hob, Dream and Calliope are stuck in the elevator to Heaven, a Good Omens crossover.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Because I don't get very many and I love them! Thank you to everyone who comments and gives kudos, it means so much! I write for myself, but it helps a lot to know I'm not shouting into the void.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I write sweetness and fluff -- there may be a little bit of angst in the beginning or middle, but certainly not in the end. Maybe you'd like the one that ends in consensual punishment (bdsm fade to black)? The Dragon's Tongue

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

May I bring to your attention The Dragon Rider? All my endings are happy, but this one makes me particularly happy because Dragon!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. I don't really write anything controversial I think? And I'm not well known. And Sandman fans are kind.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have attempted but I end up fading to black mostly. My smuttiest ones... Fucking Helm Fucking (Hob and Dream discuss "protection"), The Dragon's Tongue (bdsm scene fade to black), Naga No-Go ("awkward sexual situations" tag), and that one chapter of A World where children won't cry (a Hob and Dream scene in a Spy x Family crossover).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Apparently I love crossovers! Space Buns is the first one in my Sandman x Spy x Family crossover series. Five Guesses Why Hob is Immortal and One Broken Plate is the first of my Scooby Doo crossovers. Well... why not? is the most Good Omens of my Good Omens crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Two of my fics came from a tumblr post discussion/based off someone's tags with permission -- Ring Bear with @witheringfears and Well... why not? with Avelera. Several of them are based on other people's art -- King of Night, Space Buns, Butterflies, Halloween, Well... why not? Comic/show character switch, Karaoke, and June 7th, 2389. A couple I commissioned art for: Sometimes when you fall, you fly and Fireflies and a Missing Person! Dinner and a Play I wrote so @carnelianmeluha could cook to it, including several of her requested favourite food items! I've also done art for other people's fics a few times!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I'm not sure I can answer all time, but I love Gaulcienne (Gault x Lucienne from The Sandman) a lot!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I want to write a Sandman x InCryptids (Seanan McGuire) crossover, but I'm not sure it will happen. Just in the mulling ideas stage still.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I enjoy writing dialogue. Sometimes I do a good job making people laugh, or finding just the right words, or characterizing a blorbo just right.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I can't seem to get the smut to carry on (yet?) and I don't write much description. I'm not sure if I just don't like it, or if I don't do it because I can't/am bad at it? Anyway, I'm not going to worry about it, it will come eventually perhaps.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Go for it! Making it clear from context or including a translation is considerate, but really. Doesn't hurt us English speakers to realize there are other languages in the world.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Sandman: Pottery (a post-Wake Destruction and Dreamling fic)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I love all my children! How can I choose? No really. A Quiet Love with Wings is my Gaulcienne series, and I really love it. It gets less attention than the other fics, I think because people sort for Dreamling. Give it some love for me?

[morganmaietto]

Find the word tag game!

Thanks for the tag @verba-writing it took me a bit to find these words. I choose from several writings some I’m probably never going to post. But the last one is my current WIP called: The Mirror Effect. My words were drink, alarm, deep, circle

Drink:

“You seem stressed.” Elena, her close friend and coworker said as she printed some newspapers out. “I am. I keep seeing them.” “Again? Well I mean that's the norm for you. I wish I could.” “I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.” Hannah sighed. “You could use a drink, I know let’s go to Tony’s Bar.” “I can’t. We got work tomorrow anyways.” “That sounds like a good idea actually.” Mrs. Eaves, they’re boss said. “What about my notes?” Hannah asked. “You need to relax once in a while dearie. I’m your boss that’s actually giving you permission to drink at a bar on a work night. You’ve all been working hard these past few weeks. I think a break is in order.” “Yes! For once I feel like I’m not a disappointment.” Elena cheered. Elena was actually Mrs. Eaves' daughter. “I wouldn’t go that far.” Mrs. Eaves said jokingly. Hannah smiled at them. “You know what? Yeah why not, I’ll come along too.” “Yay! But guess what? You’re paying since you’ve been avoiding going out with us at night.” Elena said. “Wow. Okay then.” Hannah smiled. “We still have to wait for Andrew, he’ll be very upset if he misses seeing Hannah drinking.” Mrs. Eaves said. “Where is he anyways?” Hannah asked. “I think he went to look for you actually.” Elena said. “Why? I was at a police station all day, nothing bad would’ve happened to me.” “You know he still cares for you.” Mrs. Eaves said. Hannah sighed. “He really showed it. I’d rather stay home if he’s coming.” “Aw what? You can’t back out now!” “We’ll have a girls night to ourselves okay? Just not today.” Hannah left. “I can’t believe they suggested bringing my ex along… what the hell were they thinking?” Hannah thought.

Deep:

Later that night Nick picked them up and they went to the crime scene. “So where exactly does this kid live?” Nick asked, looking at Rebecca from the mirror. “She can’t remember. And her parents never made it public.” “That’s a little suspicious.” “Why do you say that? They probably just wanted to grieve in peace.” Hannah said. “But why? Wouldn’t they think their daughter’s alive somewhere? They would want their information public so if someone found her they would be reunited.” “I’m sure the police have it written down somewhere.” “We do. But still. Something about that doesn’t feel right to me.” He pulled to the side of the road. “It’s walking now. It’s pretty deep in there so I would wear some bug spray.” “Let’s just go.” Hannah said getting out of the car.

Alarm:

And then it was morning, her alarm clock interrupted the amazing dream. Sarah groaned, she had a photo shoot this morning and was very not prepared for it. She quickly got dressed and made herself a cup of coffee to go. Her foster mom was already there waiting for her. “You’re late. As usual.” Sarah learned it was best not to comment on her snide remarks. “Don’t disappoint me.” Was all the grouchy lady said as she dropped her off. Sarah ignored her for the most part but gave her a slight thumbs up when she heard her drive off. The people there were all very nice and helped her feel slightly less uncomfortable. Still she did her job and got impressive shots thanks to the professional photographer and editor. She thanked everyone for their time and left. She sent a text to her foster mom rather than calling her, she also learned not to call her the hard way. She waited for a response for a few more minutes but one never came, so she decided to go get a coffee from the cafe next to the photo company. She noticed the long line and thought better of it. She looked at her phone, no answer yet, so she decided that it would be okay to wait in line. She listened to customers talking amongst themselves and people ordering their coffee and food. Though the line was long it went fast and before she even knew what to order she was up next. The cashier immediately recognized her. “Y-You’re..” she stuttered. Sarah smiled and nodded, but shushed her. “Sorry..” the girl cleared her throat. “What would you like to order?” Sarah looked up at the menu “Can I get the vanilla iced coffee with extra vanilla and skim milk, oh and also I would like that little pastry right there, is there any strawberry?” “The strawberry mini donut and a vanilla iced coffee.” Sarah nodded and thanked the girl. Sarah decided to sign a little slip of paper for the girl and give her a nice tip since she was genuinely so nice and didn’t immediately scream her name when she recognized her. When got her order and gave the girl the tip and signature she acted all giddy and immediately realized that was unprofessional, Sarah laughed at her apologies and reassured her. She felt a slight buzz in her pocket, her foster mom finally answered and was nearly there, so she waved to the girl and went back outside to wait for her.

Circle:

That afternoon she kept her promise. Taelor was sick again, this time she claimed the sun was burning her. Mom kept her home just in case. Now Lucille entered Susans gate and was knocking on her door just as loud as she did to theirs. She heard the grouchy women shuffling to the front door with a loud “I’m coming!” Susan yanked the door open and gave a curt “What?” “I’ve come to return that book to you.” Susan looked at her right hand. “Nothing can be done now.” She said shutting the door. Lucille knocked again, when she got no answer she gave up. What to do now. She felt her phone vibrate, it was Blair calling her. Lucille answered as she walked back to her house. “Hey.” “Luci. There’s something weird going on.” “What do you mean?” “I couldn’t find anything on the forums I’m in about the book you’re talking about.” “I kind of figured. I talked to Susan just now about returning the damn thing and she says nothing can be done.” She said as she walked through the front door. “I’m really worried about you. Everything points to darkness with what you’ve described. What does your tattoo look like?” “It’s like a round mirror with vines surrounding it in a circle, now the vines have thorns.” She described looking at her hand. “You need to see Ms. Stars.” “The psychic?” “She might be able to help you.” “I’m not really into that stuff like you are though.” Lucille put down her bag in the kitchen. “Just try I’ll come with you next weekend. I have a birthday this weekend or I would do it this weekend.” Lucille sighed. “Fine. Only if you’re coming.”

[raibebe]

Us against the World

Genre: fluff Words: 2.108 Prompt: poly Nomin x female reader

Warnings: insecurities

A/N: I had this on my wip list for literally forever and finished this recently and now had the wonderful idea to post this for the beginning of pride month! So happy pride month to everyone!! And welcome back to poly nomin, they have my whole heart and a little more 💕 Also thank you to @flowerboykun for reading through this for me!

Your evening had been nothing short of perfect. After an exhausting day at work full of idiots testing your patience, you had dreaded taking the cramped subway home, squished between men who only seemed to shower once a week and drench themselves in afterhsave even if it was just a few stations. But once you had stepped out of your building, the honk of a car had caught your attention, a handsome young man with familiar bleached blonde hair sat behind the steering wheel. Smiling brightly, you had all but ran to the familiar red car, flinging yourself into the passenger seat and around your boyfriend’s neck, squeezing him in a tight hug. “Hey baby,” he had giggled, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head. “You have no idea how happy you just made me,” you said in lieu of a greeting, buckling yourself in so Jeno could pull back onto the street. He had looked good in his suit, his tie loose around his neck and the first button undone. The conversation had flown easily between you two while Jeno complained about his coworkers and how he was way too nice to them and you told him about how your boss had fucked up the coffee machine in your break room. 

In the elevator up to your shared apartment, you didn’t miss the chance to press kiss after kiss to his lips until he giggled against your lips, playfully scolding you for public indecency. “Just need to show you how happy you just made me,” you whined, twisting your keys in the lock of your apartment. Before Jeno could reply anything, the heavenly smell of one of Jaemin’s home-cooked meals assaulted your senses. Sharing a quick look, you both scrambled to get out of your shoes and threw your bags carelessly onto the pile at the door to dart into the kitchen, slipping along the hardwood on your socks. 

“Fucking hell you scared me!” Jaemin shouted when Jeno had scooped him up in his arms, loud music coming from the younger’s headphones hence why he hadn’t heard you coming in. “This smells heavenly,” you complimented Jaemin, peeking over his shoulder to get a look at what he was stirring. “And I won’t get to complete it if I suffer from a heart attack,” he snarled, trying to squirm out of Jeno’s hold. “Then we’ll have to kiss it better,” he giggled, pressing a wet kiss to Jaemin’s cheek. Smiling, you nodded before kissing his other cheek. “You both are the worst,” Jaemin groaned but the rosy color of his cheeks spoke another language as he leaned back into Jeno’s chest, “Go change and I’ll finish this.” 

The food had tasted just as good as it had smelled and Jeno and you both praised Jaemin to high heavens, only for him to deflect everything, saying it wasn’t anything special and that you both would know that if you weren’t such disasters in the kitchen. And because Jaemin had made dinner, Jeno and you had done the dishes and packed up the leftovers for either of you to take to work tomorrow while Jaemin got to relax on the sofa, soon to be joined by one of your cats judging by how he was using his baby voice to talk to someone. The silence between you and Jeno was comfortable as you quickly worked through the dishes so you could join Jaemin. That was until your phone rang loudly. “My mom,” you explained, quickly drying your hands to take the call. 

So yeah. Up until that moment, your evening had been pretty perfect. 

“Code red,” you immediately announced when you came back to the living room where Jeno was spread out over the sofa, looking at something on his phone while Jaemin was sprawled out on the carpet, playing with the cats. “What happened?” Jeno asked, spreading his arms for you to climb into, his touch offering you comfort like nothing else could. (Well except for Jaemin’s hugs of course.) “My parents are coming to visit,” you said quietly, settling against Jeno’s strong chest. “But that’s awesome, I haven’t seen your mom in forever,” Jaemin perked up, shuffling closer to rest his head on Jeno’s thigh, smiling up at you, “We can go to that restaurant your dad liked so much last time. Or go see the art exhibition that just moved into town.” “Nana…” “Oh, I know. The botanical garden. Your mom adores plants.” “Jaem,” Jeno sighed loudly, running a hand through his bleached hair. “What? That’s a great idea. Last time we just went to the mall and then had dinner,” the other pouted. “Jaemin,” you cut him off this time, “They still don’t know we’re dating Jeno.”

At that, his eyes widened almost comically. “Almost forgot that.” “Not just almost,” Jeno rolled his eyes, gently flicking his boyfriend’s forehead who whined dramatically anyway. “What are we going to do?” You asked, nervously fiddling with the hem of Jeno’s hoodie, “My mom already scolded me that I didn’t tell her that we adopted a cat.” “Well, three,” Jaemin helpfully supplied. And technically you hadn’t adopted them, they were Jeno’s and they had moved into your shared apartment with him once you were sure your relationship was serious a couple of months ago. “She saw the photo you posted the other day and decided it was time to come see the apartment since she wants to meet Nal.” “I’ll take the other two and crash at Mark’s place or something,” Jeno mumbled, meeting neither yours nor Jaemin’s eyes and you felt his body stiffen beneath you. “Hey… Jeno…” Jaemin softly spoke, gently massaging the other’s thigh. “No. I get it,” he deflected, “They only know that you’re dating Jaemin and it would be weird if some other dude was just living in your apartment with his three cats while the apartment coincidentally only has one giant bed and a guest room that looks more like a storage room than anything else. I understand.” 

For a while, Jeno’s words hung heavily in the air. Even the cats must have noticed the tense atmosphere, all three huddled together on the big armchair with their eyes wide open. “We could... We could also use this as an opportunity to come out and introduce them to Jeno. Officially,” Jaemin quietly broke the silence. “Sure. Hi mom. Hi dad. You still know Jaemin, right? Oh and this is my other boyfriend Jeno. No big deal,” you mocked, only belatedly realizing how the words must sound to Jeno when you felt him flinch. “We have plenty of experience,” Jaemin argued, his brows set into a frown. “Right, you basically live-texted your mom while we three got together and my parents only know because my sister thought I was cheating on my girlfriend with a guy when she saw us making out,” Jeno cut Jaemin off. “Well if you put it that way…” “If we put it that way, we don’t have any experience at all,” you concluded, “We only know how to do damage control.” “Hey, my mom was supportive from day one.” “You have told her in detail about your crush on me before you even acted on it,” Jeno reminded Jaemin, “She was there for every step of our relationship. Of course, she’d be supportive. And she knew you were poly.” 

“So what? We hide Jeno from them forever?” Jaemin asked, his arms crossed over his chest, clearly not agreeing with that. He had always been the most open out of all three of you with both his sexuality and with not being in a monogamous relationship. Telling everyone that he was dating both you and Jeno proudly and with a big smile on his face.  “I already said, I’ll ask Mark to let me sleep on his sofa,” Jeno spoke, his voice hollow as he stared at something just over the top of Jaemin’s head. “But this is hurting you,” you interjected, gently intertwining your hands, “I’m not ashamed of dating you, Jeno.” At that, he just scoffed, the furrow between his eyebrows deepening and you could tell he was biting back the remark that laid on his tongue. “Jeno..?” Jaemin asked timidly, grabbing onto his other hand. “I said it’s fine.” “It’s clearly not, baby,” you spoke quietly, softly stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. “Do we… Do we not make it clear that we love you?” At that question, Jeno simply stayed quiet, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. “Do we not?” You repeated Jaemin’s question, a cold shiver running down your back, rendering you immobile. This was what you had been so afraid of when you three had admitted to being in love with each other and that you were willing to try being in a relationship together: That one of you would not feel loved or cared for enough. “Jeno. Please talk to us. You need to tell us if something is bothering you, so we can work it out and-” 

“I’m fine,” Jeno interrupted his boyfriend rather loudly, the volume of his voice making you flinch. “I’m fine,” he repeated, quieter this time and with an apologetic smile on his face. “But there is something, right?” Jaemin tried to coax the words out of Jeno, pressing a reassuring kiss to his knuckles. “I just,” Jeno started before he interrupted himself with a frustrated groan, “It’s just that. God, it’s so stupid.” “It’s not stupid if it’s making you feel upset,” you reassured him. “I just- Sometimes I see you two and I’m reminded that I wasn’t there from the start. You two have been dating for so long and everyone knows that you’re a couple and I’m just- I’m just also there for the ride, you know?” “But I love you just as much as I love Jaemin. Doesn’t matter that I’ve been loving him for longer. Or that more people know.” “She’s right, baby,” Jaemin agreed, pressing kisses to each of Jeno’s knuckles, “We both love you so, so much.” “I know that,” Jeno whined, pulling his hands free to hide his face behind them, “I just get in my head sometimes.” “Well, we gotta get these thoughts out of there,” Jaemin smirked, getting up from the floor to throw his body on top of Jeno’s, peppering kisses all over his hands that he still hid behind while digging his fingers into Jeno’s ribs to make him squirm. 

“Nana, stop,” Jeno whined, kicking his feet to try to get your boyfriend off of him. “Not until you stop thinking yourself into a bad place.” “I’m okay. I promise. I promise I’m good now,” he smiled lopsidedly, holding his palms up in surrender. “You scared us,” you mumbled, plastering yourself to Jaemin’s back and hooking your chin over his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just- I-” Sighing, Jeno raked a hand through his messy hair, “I’d like to meet your parents. Officially. As your boyfriend.” “Then we’ll do that,” Jaemin decided, “We can figure something out.” “We will,” you agreed, a small smile tugging on your lips, “We always have found a way.” “I’m pretty sure there’s a subreddit for poly people and a thread on how to come out to your parents,” Jaemin mused, gently sorting out the mess both him and Jeno had made of the older’s hair. The comment only made Jeno snort before he stretched his arms, creating the perfect space for you and Jaemin to cuddle against his chest. 

“Thank you for always listening to my stupid worries and reassuring me,” Jeno mumbled after you had simply basked in each other’s presence for a while, only barely managing to not fall off of the narrow sofa. “Thank you for loving us,” Jaemin simply replied, and while you couldn’t see him from where he had buried his head on the other side of Jeno’s neck but you knew him well enough that you could both hear the smile in his voice and the kiss he pressed to Jeno’s skin. “How could I not?” Jeno chuckled dryly, momentarily tightening his grip around you both, “You both mean so much to me.” “We will figure something out to make my parent’s visit go smoothly. We always have,” you promised again, pressing a kiss just below his jaw. “And in the end, we always have each other,” Jaemin mused, reaching over Jeno’s body to intertwine your fingers with his, “No matter what anyone else says.” “No matter what anyone else says,” you echoed, squeezing Jaemin’s hand and pressing another kiss to Jeno’s skin. 

[theringers]

disrespect - lando norris x max fewtrell x reader

summary: you move to a new city and are eager for a fun night out, but your date’s drunk friend just has to ruin it

a/n: hi besties, this has been a wip for a while but ofc it’s still unedited sorry /: hope you enjoy also don’t be mad at me bc i made lando an asshole sorry xoxo enjoy the fic, as always feedback is alwayssss appreciated:)

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, threesome, drinking, dirty talk, asshole lando, i’m in love with max fewtrell so this fic is about him here is your warning

You swiped through Tinder on your phone, hoping that you might come across someone worth spending your time with. You had just moved into your new apartment in a brand new city and it was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Upping your entire life and moving it across the country alone is one hell of a feat and you were proud of yourself. But now that there were no more boxes to unpack, you were left to deal with your loneliness in a half furnished apartment.

It had only been a few weeks since you moved away but you were craving some fun human interaction. Each person that showed up on your screen was either a hit or miss. They had to be a catfish, you thought to yourself. Or you were definitely out of their leagues. The TV was playing in the background and you were mindlessly swiping, but a profile stopped you dead in your tracks. Max, 22. His smile beamed at you through the phone and he looked like great company. Someone you could laugh with for a night and have a good time.

You swiped right on him, matching immediately. You grinned a stupid grin that you would only do when you were alone. He looked like a super fun-loving guy according to his profile. You contemplated whether to make the first move or just leave him to it.

You set your phone down on the couch and decided to get up and do a little cleaning around the house, but conveniently leave on your phone ringer, just in case. It was a single dish you didn't even finish cleaning before you heard the ding. You rushed over to your phone, excited to see a message from Max. "Hi Beautiful" it read. Okay, you said to yourself and nodded. He was pulling out the moves already. Of course, he was though, this was Tinder. What else was he here for?

You responded and got the conversation moving, asking the typical get-to-know-you questions. He seemed like a nice guy and you were desperate for a connection with another human person. You had spent way too much time on FaceTime the past few weeks.

Luckily, he was in a good mood and the two of you made plans to meet at a local pub in just a few hours. Nothing stressful, just a casual drink between new pals.

You threw on your favorite yellow sundress and waited until it was close to leaving. No one could blame you if you showed up at the pub early for a little pregame drink.

Impossibly, the pub looked familiar to you. You had never been to this town before you moved. You took a seat at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic, sipping on the strong drink while you waited.

"You must be y/n," a voice said, taking you out of your gin-induced focus. He looked even better in person. His hair was messy but it looked like he spent a decent amount of time on it. Your favorite look. He flashed his award-winning smile at you and you almost melted.

"Hi, Max?" He nodded and sat down on the barstool next to you.

"Sorry I didn't pick a nicer place. This is one of my favorites."

You laughed at him. "You could have told me this was the nicest place in town and I would have believed you."

He pointed out the door. "I live right across the street there, so this place was convenient. It slowly became one of my favorites after a while."

He had the same mindset as you. You didn't need to be in the nicest restaurant with the most expensive food and drinks by any means. It was always more fun to go to a casual pub for a drink or two and see where the night takes you.

The bartender approached him. "What can I get ya?"

He looked at your almost empty drink. "I'll have whatever she's having and make it two."

You quietly thanked him and began the dreaded awkward first-date conversation. He cleared his throat and turned toward you. "I really love that dress, by the way, you look amazing in it."

You blushed at his words and smiled. "Thanks, it's one of my favorites."

"I can tell a lot about a person by what color they wear."

"Oh, really? And what does my yellow dress say about that?"

"That you're a friendly person. You like to talk to others and you want people to think you are a nice person."

You leaned into him and rested your head in your hand. "Tell me more."

He shook his head, regretting speaking up. "No, no, it's dumb."

"Not dumb at all, I'm actually very intrigued."

He took a deep breath. "Yellow is associated with freedom, independence, and optimism. Which I feel like you have all three." He half declared, half asked. He barely knew you, but apparently, your yellow dress told him more than enough.

"I respect it," you pursed your lips in an impressed half-smile.

The bartender dropped two more drinks off and you continued chatting. You learned about his interests and his family. He learned about your career and friends. At a certain point, the two of you just went back and forth sharing funny stories. You were three or four drinks in when you decided it would be a good idea to get some food in your systems, just in case.

As the bartender walked away, your gaze diverted to a rambunctious group walking into the bar. They were loud and laughing, one even stumbling his way in.

"I kinda wish that was me right now," you joked.

His eyebrows shot up. "Should we do shots?"

"We should do shots." You two were getting along swimmingly. He flagged the bartender over and ordered two shots of whiskey. "No, no, no. Maxy boy, if you're going to do shots with me, we're doing shots of vodka."

He groaned in frustration. “That’s nasty.”

“Okay, either vodka or tequila then.”

“I’d take tequila over vodka any day.”

The bartender was still waiting for your order, tapping his fingers on the bar. You spoke. “Two shots of tequila please.”

He was quick about bringing the shots, but you weren't quick about taking them. The clear liquid sat on the bar while you collected your thoughts and prepared yourself for the shot. You felt a hand slam down on the bar next to Max and looked over.

"Lando?" He asked. He must know him.

The boy stumbled a bit but used the bar as stability. "I want one of those," he slurred and pointed at the shot glasses.

Max laughed. "What are you doing here, mate?"

"We started drinking really, really early today."

"All day?" Max giggled, unable to keep in his emotions. This was hilarious.

"All day!" He shouted.

"Hey, buddy," he said, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Let's keep it down, okay? You don't want to get kicked out, do you?"

He cocked his head to the side and peered around Max. "Oh hey," he said and you smiled back. "Who's this hot piece of ass you got with you?"

"Lando!" Max stood up and your jaw dropped. "I think we should take you home." He grabbed Lando's arm and pulled him away, the sudden movement making him nauseous. He put his hand over his mouth and rushed to the bathroom.

Max sat back down. "I apologize for his behavior. That was so rude of him."

"It's okay, we all have those drunk friends who don't know when to shut up." It was amusing to you.

"I'm going to walk him across the street to my place and put him to bed. Don't move, I'm having a great time. I promise I'll be right back. And if I'm not, just come knocking on my door."

You nodded. "Got it. Can we at least take this shot first?"

"That's my kind of girl," he said. He picked up the glass, tapping it to the table, then to your glass, then to the table again, before tossing the shot back.

It burned, bad, but with him, you almost wanted to do another one. You saw Lando stumble out of the bathroom and tipped your head to Max. You hoped he wouldn't be too long because you were really enjoying your time with him.

You looked around the bar, taking notice of the groups of people you seem to have ignored before. Lando's rowdy friends were still here and you prayed they would leave you alone. There were a few older couples on the outskirts of the bar and a few groups of younger girls, looking like they were heading out on the town for a wild night. This was definitely just their first stop.

You could get behind spending your weekends and your work nights here. You didn't live too far from this place either, so whether this date ended well or not, you were sure to run into Max again. And probably Lando too.

Max walked back into the pub in record time. He sounded out of breath and his chest was rising and falling quickly. "I'm really sorry about him again."

You shook your head from side to side. "Don't even worry about it. I've said worse while drunk."

"Haven't we all." He rolled his eyes and flagged down the bartender for another drink.

You weren't sure how long you actually spent in the pub, but you watched it get crowded for prime time and then die down for closing. You were sipping on what you deemed your last drink and you definitely didn't need it.

Max signed the check and tossed back the last sip of his drink. "Do you want to come back to my place? We can watch a movie or something and then I can walk you home."

It sounded like exactly what you needed right now. You scooted off the barstool and grabbed your purse. Max took your hand in his and lead you to his place.

He fumbled in his pocket for his keys and you watched him intently. You were finding it difficult to keep yourself from drooling over him. You leaned back on the wall and waited. "Ah, got it," he said, looking up at you. He didn't even go directly for the door next to you, but instead eyed your body up and down. "You know, my friend can be a huge asshole, but he wasn't necessarily wrong."

You raised your eyebrows and cocked your head to the side.

"I think you are so unbelievably beautiful and still can't believe you sat down and had drinks with me all night." He took a step closer to you.

You looked up into his eyes and smiled. You pushed up onto your tippy toes and planted a kiss on his lips. He wasn't expecting it, but he reacted quickly, gripping your face with one hand and your hip with the other. You engaged in a few soft pecks before his tongue slipped in and guided yours. You could feel the prominent beat of his heart when you rested your hand on his chest. You smiled into the kiss and he let out a breathy laugh. "Let's get inside," he whispered against your lips.

When he opened the door, he stopped, forgetting that he had let his drunk friend crash on his couch. He groaned quietly and put his head in his hands. "Let's just go to my room, I'm sorry."

You laughed. You were down for anything but you loved to see him get so worked up over this. He led you down the hallway into his bedroom at the end.

He frantically tried to pick up a few loose clothing items on the floor when you walked in but you didn't care. It was something about all the gin and tonics you drank that just made you not care about clothes strewn everywhere. "Make yourself comfortable." He pointed to his bed, and lucky for you the bed was made. He unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing and tossed it in his laundry. You tried not to ogle too much over him, but his body was firm and toned. He quickly slid on a t-shirt and continued picking up.

You laid down on your stomach, facing the TV with your head resting on your hands. "What should we watch?" You asked.

He sat down behind you on the bed, his upper body leaning against the headboard. "Whatever you want. Anything you're in the mood for?"

"I don't do scary movies," you said.

He debated internally and moved his head around. "I can see that. How about something funny? You can never go wrong with a comedy."

"I'm all for it."

There was an abundance of comedy movies available to watch and luckily enough you've seen almost none of them. He put on a movie he got a recommendation for, but you couldn't focus on what was in front of you. You could only think about what - or who - was behind you. He rested his hand on the back of your thigh, not moving it, but more of a comforting gesture. You felt yourself twitch and crossed your fingers that it was just a mental thing.

You giggled and laughed at the movie with Max, his hand slowly moving up the back of your leg each time his body shook from laughter.

He reached the end of your dress, slowly letting his fingers wander under it. "Is this okay?" He asked. You turned back to him and smiled, hoping he got the memo.

His soft fingers traced circles on the skin of your upper thigh, inching dangerously close to your core. He gripped your ass lightly and you moaned in response, trying to keep it to yourself but he definitely heard.

He hovered over your center and applied pressure causing your legs to heat up. It was a natural instinct for your body to heat up whenever someone like Max touched you. He pushed your panties to the side and played with your pussy, teasing you with his fingers and making you a moaning mess.

He slid one finger in, and then another right after driving you insane. Your head was spinning in the best way.

"Hey Max, I, uh-" Lando burst into the room, clearly still drunk. Max stopped the movements of his fingers but didn't remove his hand.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you had a guest." You covered your face in embarrassment. "My apologies." Lando's eyes tried to look anywhere else besides Max's bed.

You could feel Max's finger slowly start to move again and you didn't know what to do. Lando was looking right at you and your face wasn't exactly concealing what was going on.

He looked at Max with a confused look on his face and then noticed his arm moving. "You're inside of her aren't you?"

Max let out a single chuckle. "I think you know the answer to that." You let your head fall, unable to contain your facial expressions from the sensation. Their words were sending tingles up and down your entire body. "My question for you is," he tipped his head to Lando, "are you enjoying it?"

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Uh," he cleared his throat, "yeah."

"Then sit." Max pointed to a chair in the corner of his room. He didn't have to hide his motions anymore so the pace sped up and the volume of your moans increased. Lando shifted uncomfortably while watching, but the tent in his pants said he was definitely enjoying the view.

Max moved closer to you on the bed and planted a kiss on the top of your head. "Do you want me to fuck you while he watches?"

"Please," you said breathlessly, unable to contain the feeling inside of you that was about to explode.

He tossed your body around and manhandled you like you weighed nothing. You were on your hands and knees now, facing Lando and looking at him right in the eyes. You still had your dress on, so he didn't get to see too much of you. That was saved for Max, but he got to watch you get fucked by his best friend and that was better than anything he could ask for.

"Fuck, y/n." You felt your walls clench around Max entering you from behind, and you sucked in a breath waiting for him to start moving. You squeezed your eyes shut, not ready to face Lando. When you opened them, he was palming himself through his pants.

The grunts and groans of two men now filled the room and you couldn't believe what was happening.

Max felt so good ramming you from behind, his hands gripping your ass and guiding you, but you couldn't help but stay focused on Lando. His eyes met yours and he watched you intently as he touched himself.

He pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking it, letting his head fall back and staring up at the ceiling.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath. His hand went up and down his shaft fast and rough like he was desperate for some relief.

"You want to fuck her, mate?" Max asked from behind you.

"God, yes. So bad." His words sounded like moans.

Max laughed. "Too bad."

Lando's eyes shot open. "Too bad?"

He laughed again. "You disrespected her earlier. Now you get to watch from the sidelines while I make her cum." You couldn't see his face but he definitely had a smug grin plastered across it. Lando rolled his eyes and continued touching himself.

Max's thrusts started to get sloppy and his breathing was unstable, alerting you that he was about to finish. You reached your hand between your legs and played with your clit, hoping to be able to finish with him.

You began seeing stars and let the top half of your body fall onto the bed from exhaustion. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore. Your legs got hot and slightly numb, and you let out one last loud moan before collapsing on the bed.

Max walked into his bathroom for a towel and cleaned you up. He laughed when he tossed the towel across the room to Lando. "Alright mate, time for bed."

Lando shook his head as he pulled his pants up and headed for the door. "Great to meet you, y/n."

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the first time saying I love you

Warnings: nothing! Maybe some swearing but all fluff!

Characters: Daichi Sawamura, Bokuto Kotaro, and Ushijima Wakatoshi all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: I know I have some requests and other WIPs I should be working on but I was having a bit of trouble finding some inspo so I thought maybe this would help haha. Hope you enjoy! I might make more parts with other characters :)

p. 2 

Daichi Sawamura Who says it first: You

“You’re going to do great! I love you! Good luck!” With those words, you ran out of the gym and made your way up to the stands, perching yourself over the edge with the rest of the Karasuno fans. You glanced down at the court to make sure you had a good view, trying to give a smile to your boyfriend.

It was odd though, Daichi hadn’t moved. It was like he was frozen in the spot you left him. His body seemed stiff and his feet were glued to the floor.

The Karasuno team all looked up at you with wide eyes, even Kiyoka staring up at you in surprise, most of their jaws open. You tilted your head in confusion - did something happen while you came up to the seats? Was it something you said-

Oh.

Daichi turned and looked up at you with wide eyes. His lips parted but there wasn’t a sound coming out. What was that look in his eyes? Was it… panic? Annoyance? Were you not supposed to say that?

You could feel your insecurities rising up in you - how stupid were you? The two of you had only been going out for a few months now! How could you say something so carelessly?

But it hadn’t felt careless. In fact it almost felt… effortless. You did love him. You’d known this for a while now, even if you had avoided voicing it. Ever since he met your parents and was the sweetest guest ever - they loved him. You loved him. And now those words were in the air for him to decide what to do with.

“Y-You love me?” He managed to get out after a while. You wanted nothing more than to sink back into a chair and hide. This wasn’t the time. This was an official match. Daichi had to focus, how was he supposed to focus if he was going to break up with you right now- “I love you too!” He declared loudly, a smile growing from his lips to his eyes. 

Your eyes widened and blinked at him, feeling the genuineness of his words. “I love you, Y/N!” He repeated, giving a firm nod. “And we’ll win this match for you! Promise!” He assured you, Sugawara and Asahi coming up behind him and clapping him on his shoulders, both of them sending you a thumbs up.

“We love you too, Y/N!” Sugawara grinned and Daichi smacked his head playfully. “What! She’s nice to Asahi when we’re not, and she bakes me food,” Sugawara smirked sending you another cheeky grin that makes you laugh. Asahi just chuckled, but nodded in agreement. The four of you had gotten close even before Daichi and you had started going out and their bond was something you always loved seeing in action.

“Shut up,” Daichi grumbled to his friend but shot another look at you, as if memorizing this moment before going out and getting ready for the game. He had never broken a promise to you, and he wasn’t going to start with this one.

Bokuto Kotaro Who says it first: Him

“Are those for me?” Bokuto gaped as you walked into the gym, his jaw practically on the floor seeing the container of sweets in your hands.

“Well they’re for everyone really,” you laughed, admiring the sweet smile on your boyfriend’s face, “but you can have the first pick just cause you’re cute.”

Bokuto was drooling already - he loved it when you made him any kind of food. He grabbed the container from you, peppering your face with kisses as he attempted to get it open.

“Akaashi! Look! Y/N baked us some treats!” Bokuto called, waving his best friend over. “It’s no wonder I love you, you always make the best food!” He grinned over at you, shoving the first sweet he could grab into his mouth.

He hadn’t even swallowed before noticing the look on your face, eyes wide like you were a deer in headlights, “Sumfin’ wron’?” He asked you through brownie crumbs. He turned to Akaashi who had slowed down making his way over upon hearing his friend’s words, but he only offered a raised eyebrow in return. “What?” Bokuto asked confused.

“Bokuto, you idiot,” Akaashi shook his head in disappointment. “I don’t think that’s how you’re meant to say that kind of stuff. Isn’t it supposed to be more... private?”

Bokuto frowned a little, thinking back to his last words, “That she makes good food? But it’s true-” And there it was. Bokuto’s whole body froze in realization, turning to you with eyes as wide as an owl. “Y/N-” he started nervously.

“It’s okay!” You offered a grin, rubbing the back of your head nervously, “You can take it back if you want to! I’ll pretend like I didn’t hear it!”

Akaashi’s fingers slipped the container out of Bokuto’s hands quickly, sneaking away to give you guys some privacy while also trying to get the rest of the team some food before Bokuto ate it all.

“Take it back?” Bokuto thought it over for a moment before shaking his head, “Would you want me to take it back?”

You shifted nervously, “I mean I wouldn’t ever want you to say something you didn’t mean.”

Bokuto laughed, a sound that surprised you but also put your nerves at ease, “Why wouldn’t I mean it?” He grinned at you, hands on his hips. “I’ve loved you since we met, Y/N. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that I’d want to be with you forever.” He beamed proudly, smiling down at you. That smile froze for a moment, his eyes widening again, “Unless… you don’t feel the same…” Somehow it seemed like his hair drooped and you could see the signs of sad!Bokuto coming on.

“Of course I feel the same,” you insisted quickly, your face feeling hot. “I… I just didn’t think we’d have this moment in front of your teammates,” you whispered playfully, laughing a little.

Bokuto glanced at his team who were eagerly eating the snacks and watching the show in front of them: starring you two.

“Oi! Go eat somewhere else! I’ve got to finish declaring my love to the most wonderful human in the world!” Bokuto ordered before turning back to you with a smile while Akaashi shoved the rest of the team out the door (much to their protest). “I’m sorry for... not making it more intimate.” He apologized with a light chuckle, “I’ll make it up to you though!”

You shook your head with a smile, reaching up and pressing a kiss to his nose, “As long as you mean it, I don’t care where you say it.”

Bokuto smiled and scooped you up into a huge hug, pressing his lips to your ear before murmuring, “I love you, Y/N. I love you. I love you. I love you,” he chated softly, “I’ll love you forever, every single day of my life.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi Who says it first: Him

Ushijima never really cared for interviews but he knew that his team being as good as they were warranted some media attention. But what he hated most about it was their constant need to know everything about him.

“What’s your favourite food? What a line that makes your team really inspired? What kind of workout routine do you follow? What’re your plans for after this tournament?”

Most of the time he would grunt a short answer or excuse himself and let someone else answer, but this time around, it didn’t seem like Tendō was going to be able to save him.

“Who was that girl you were talking to before the game? Is that your girlfriend? What’s it like for her knowing her boyfriend is being watched as a top player in all of Japan?”

Ushijima wondered why they didn’t ask you that question - what was he supposed to know about how you thought about it? At that thought, Ushijima decided not to run away from this interview. He didn’t want you to feel forced into explaining your feelings and knew that he had grown accustomed to all the questions and reporters - you might not have.

“She is my girlfriend, yes.” Ushijima stated flatly, his eyes subconsciously glancing in your direction. Tendō was saying something about the other team and making you laugh with this snarky and playful songs. A gentleness grew in Ushijima’s eyes, just watching you. It was subtle but later when you watched the recorded interview online, you’d be able to catch it. Your heart would flutter a little, wondering if he was really looking at you at the time. “I don’t want to speak for her feelings, but she’s always very proud of the team and our performance.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Almost 2 years now.”

“Must be young love then,” the reporter had grinned, nodding to themselves in satisfaction.

There were a few more questions but Ushijima’s mind had practically left the interview already. He thought about what the reporter said, calling it young love. He had heard his mother describe her feelings towards his father like that. It had been young love.

But was that how young love ended? Was it always a crash and burn that ended in his mom’s quiet cries when she thought he couldn’t hear?

Ushijima’s mind filled with worry, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. There was a pit of nerves that sat in his chest, refusing to move. What was there to be done to stop the crash of a young love?

You came over as he hydrated himself off to the side, the reporters finally leaving him alone, “They really want to know everything about you huh?” You laughed, smiling up at him and giving his arm a quick squeeze. “You should take some time to stretch out.”

Ushijima nodded but stood there for a moment longer, looking down at you, “I love you, Y/N.”

It was blunt but the look in his eyes said everything else. You stared at him in surprise. 2 years it had been and those words hadn’t left his lips before. It hadn’t really worried you - Ushijima was extremely loyal and even if you were worried, he was usually always busy with volleyball so it wasn’t like there was even time for him to find someone else. You often thought it was because of how things went with his parents that he took things slow… but why now?

“Do you not feel the same?” He asked after a moment, a small crease in his forehead.

You quickly shook your head, grinning up at him, “Of course I do! I just… I didn’t expect you to say it.”

Ushijima’s forehead creased further - had he not said it before? Didn’t she know?

Maybe this was what Tendō had talked about before. You’re a real quiet dude, Ushijima. I wonder if Y/N tries to figure out what’s going on in that head of yours like the rest of us. But you know, relationships have to have some sort of communication… you do tell her things don’t you?

At the time, Ushijima had thought Tendō was talking about normal things. Of course he told you about how volleyball was going, how he was struggling to keep his mind at school and not on the court, what kind of food he was craving, things like that. But… could Tendō have been talking about feelings?

“It’s okay,” you quickly interjected, giving him a smile, “I didn’t expect you to say it sooner or anything. The thing I love about you is that you always say what you mean, so I figured you just weren’t ready yet.”

“I’ve loved you for a long time, Y/N,” Ushijima commented softly, reaching his hand up and gently caressing your cheek. “I’m sorry I never said it. But I’ve always felt it.”

You could feel your face go hot in his hand, moving into it just a little more, “I’ve always loved you too, Ushijima,” you whispered to him gently. A small smile tugged at his lips and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before taking your advice and starting to stretch out his limbs.

After that, he started saying it a little more often. Communication seemed to be important to a relationship, this he understood. So if that’s what was needed, he would do it. This young love wouldn’t crash, he’d make sure of it.

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How I Met Your Friend

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!Filo!reader

genre: mostly fluff with crack (and tiiiiiiiiny suggestive) bits.

wc: 1.7k

tw/cw: all characters are aged 18+ (also timeskip), established relationship, alcohol, food, some suggestive bits (implied breeding kink + ‘submissive and breedable’ meme used as a joke, but nothing serious; still sfw dw 👌🏻), a few Tagalog words… hmm, have some tissues ready ig? Also Hinata, too 😅

a/n: for @ichigomis ’s “Nice to Meet You” collab; also my lengthiest fic to boot. After reading the event rules, I was practically excited to do this (while ignoring my other wips 😭/hj), and I did it in such a short period of time since joining. Thank you as always for beta reading this adorable fic: my wifey @atsuminthe @mirakeul @sunshinetoshi and @love-amihan ily all mwah ♥️

**More notes at the end of the post**

[Thursday, 17:36.]

“Ahh~ I’m done!” You stretched in your seat in front of the computer with your arms raised upwards, the Chubby Bunny challenge’s final video rendering on the screen. You moved your swiveling chair a bit and leaned back, hollering: “Kenma, the Chubby Bunny video will be up later!”

“M’kay!” He yelled back from his game room. You giggled to yourself; even when the connection went out days ago, at least you both did something productive that time. And a few candid shots of Kenma’s cheeks stuffed with marshmallows, you thought, pressing the Home button on your phone to show one of them that made it as your phone’s lock screen wallpaper.

“Kitten, Shoyo’s coming here in a bit,” your boyfriend said, his footsteps padding softly from behind, until you felt a pair of lips on top of your head. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a back bear hug, the gamer’s chin resting on your head. “He said he’s bringing some snacks for you?”

Your eyes flickered up, not wanting to move your head to face Kenma. “Snacks for me?” you asked in a puzzled tone, then remembered something and chuckled. “Ah… that.”

“Hm? What’s ‘that’ you’re talking about? Why are you chuckling, Y/N—is there something that I don’t know?”

You smiled and reached for his hand, rubbing small circles with your thumb. “Um… I asked Shou-chan to bring me some balut and homemade spicy vinegar when he travels back from Team Japan’s practice match with our own National Men’s Volleyball Team in the Philippines. And… maybe we can shoot a follow-up to the food vlog we did back at my home country months ago, together with him?”

Kenma shuddered, the images of him barfing and spitting the balut he ate on the ground and the feeling of the unborn baby duck’s bones and hair on his tongue still fresh as fuck in his mind. He quickly squashed your cheeks, annoyed. “No. I have so many nightmares about that, don’t remind me, please. Thank you.”

[17:54]

“Y/N-chan, here are the goods that you asked for,” your friend Hinata handed you a big ass white sando bag; you got it—your other hand supporting the bottom of the bag—before carefully placing it on top of the dining table. “Finally, ahh~ I’ve been craving these for weeks! There wasn’t a nearby Filipino specialty store that sells them. Wait, let me get some bowls and rock salt.” You got up from your seat and headed towards the kitchen, opening the upper cupboards to grab the jar of rock salt.

“Craving? Nee, Kenma, is she pregnant or just hungry as always?”

“Hmm… who knows? But I don’t mind getting her pregnant and have a little Y/N and little Kenma roaming around the house.”

“KYANMAAAAA!” You stomped your way towards the living room, carrying three cans of light beer, some chips and small plastic bowls (the top bowl has rock salt in it) on your arms, your face flushed like a tomato. “I heard that!”

Kenma let out a small ‘oops’ and stood on his knees to help you place the beer cans on the table. “Sorry about that, kitten! But, Y/N babe, you look submissive and breedable to me,” he continued on.

An evil smile plastered on your face while you glanced at your boyfriend, knuckles cracking in the process. “Arara~ Is this your payback for that follow-up I’ve suggested earlier, Kozume-san? Well then, I’ll be glad to film you eating more balut until kingdom come~”

He shuddered again, averting your eyes. “Okay, I’ll stop now.”

Y/N-chan’s reeeeeeeally scary, Hinata thought, sweat began to form on his forehead, before opening his can.

[A few moments later…]

“Shoyo, did Y/N tell you how we met each other?”

Hinata looked at Kenma, puzzled, tapping one end of his balut on the table before peeling the cracked shell away with his fingers. “Hm? I remembered she mentioned something about apple pie before, nothing else.”

You sprinkled some rock salt on the opening of your balut before slurping all of the tasty soup inside. “Ah~ delicious as always! And there’s more to apple pie that I haven’t told Shou-chan yet, kitten!” you winked.

[Spring, 2014.]

I’m hungry… What should I get for lunch? You thought as your eyes quickly scanned the whole shelf of boxed lunches, onigiri, breads and pastries, and bottled drinks near the cashier counter, your mouth salivating. You haven’t eaten a full meal since last night (pulled an all-nighter and only ate some chips) and woke up late the next day, completely missing eating breakfast. So, here you are inside the nearest 7-Eleven, buying something to eat for lunch.

“Ah! I’ll take a spicy tuna onigiri,” you mumbled as your hand quickly but gently grabbed the wrapped triangle, “and this,” a medium-sized bottle of iced fruit tea.

Maybe a few sweet and savory pastries, too. For merienda (afternoon snack)! You picked a pizza panini sandwich and were going to get the last slice of apple pie at the upper-left corner of the shelf when a hand shot through your vision from the right and snatched the dessert away.

“Ah, excuse me, if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking this.” A soft and sweet voice rang like music through your ears as you turned your head around to find its owner, and stared at almost-shoulder-length strands of brown and blonde hair donned in a half-bun style, some of it practically hid the person’s face.

Hm? Vice Ganda? Your wide eyes blinked twice at the sudden thought, but it’s impossible. This person was roughly an inch taller than you, whereas the aforementioned Filipino host/comedian’s height is around 180 cm, much taller than both you and this person standing and slouching beside you. And it’s impossible for them to travel to Japan on a weekday when they have a TV show to tape on a daily basis before a live audience!

Then you noticed a sliver of the person’s hidden face—his face—and whispered breathily, “Pretty…,” eyes twinkling and cheeks slightly blushing at the lovely sight.

Big golden cat-like eyes met yours as the bicolored guy suddenly looked at you before quickly averting your gaze and shifted his gaze to a cup of flavored flan on the lower shelf row in a shy manner. That gave you a clear and closer look at the guy’s pretty (and now-reddening) face. He was fair-skinned and would pass as some member of a male idol group or a trainee from Johnny’s Entertainment, with such good looks like his. Ang gwapo ni Kuya (he’s so handsome), you internally squealed. His hair kind of resembled a cup of pudding given the equal ratio of his natural brown hair to fading dyed blonde tips plus the length. His eyes were beautiful for a guy’s despite the dark circles, with long eyelashes fringing them. He had a cute pointy nose that’d look much cuter when pinched, which you’d fight the urge to reach with your hand since you both were strangers to each other. I bet his cheeks are good for poking—they look soft, you thought until your eyes locked on his pouty and drying lips. Your throat went dry.

“M-miss?” the soft-spoken boy tried calling your attention by waving his hand in front of you. “Hey, are you alright?”

You snapped out of your reverie and, feeling embarrassed by your weird behavior, began apologizing to him, much to the guy’s chagrin—that further reddened his face, you kind of noticed.

The puddinghead guy tried calming you down, but started to panic and looked side by side for malicious onlookers; luckily, aside from the staff tending the cashier who was busy organizing boxes of cigarettes at the back of the counter, you two were the only ones who are inside right now.

“I’m really so—huh?” You stared blankly at the wrapped slice of apple pie being placed on your hands… the same apple pie slice that he grabbed minutes ago. You tilted your head on one side, a puzzled look etched on your face.

“It’s yours, I’m giving it to you,” he mumbled, his hand hiding half of his face, eyes still avoiding you and the tips of his ears getting redder by the second. He cleared his throat and, pointing at the food you were holding, added, “Is that all you’re buying?”

You nodded. “Uh… y-yes. Why?” Huh? What’s happening here?

The puddinghead guy picked a bottle of green tea, a club sandwich and a cup of Japanese flan, before facing you again, his eyes still avoiding yours. “I’ll pay for it, to return your compliment earlier.”

You blinked twice. A stranger paying for my food? Because I told him he’s pretty? “T-thank you for your offer, but you don’t have to do that, you know? Since we’ve only met just now…”

He smiled sheepishly, and your heart fluttered at how adorable he is. “I insist, please.” He put his open (and free) hand in front of you. “Kozume. Kozume Kenma.”

Which you took with your free hand and shook it, grinning sweetly. “L/N. Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you, Kozume-san!”

“And that’s how I met Y/N,” Kenma finished, sipping away the remains of his beer can. “It’s kind of embarrassing, though.”

“Oh, shut it! If Natsu ever hears your cute encounter story, she’ll be over the moon, I swear!” the former Karasuno middle blocker exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.

“I know, right?” You giggled, imagining Hinata’s younger sister squealing and gushing with delight at how adorable your first encounter with Kenma was. “How I wish Nacchan’s also here~”

“Next time, I’ll try bringing her here! Natsu also misses both you and Kenma to bits.”

After saying goodbye to Hinata later—he had to catch a train ride back to Osaka—you cleaned up the dishes in the sink when you felt your boyfriend shyly tug at the hem of your loose shirt, his head hanging low.

“Kenma? What’s wrong?”

He shook his head gently before he smiled, looking at you lovingly. “Nothing, kitten. I’m glad I met you on that fateful day, inside the konbini.”

Your heart swelled at his statement, tears threatening to come out. You smiled back, both your hands intertwined. “Me too… I love you, Kenma. So, so much!”

Kenma brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. “I know… I know. And I love you, Y/N, always. With all my heart, remember that.”

notes:

The fic title, “How I Met Your Friend” is a play on the American sitcom, “How I Met Your Mother”.

Y/N mentioned both the Chubby Bunny challenge and the Filipino food vlogs she and Kenma did, which are two of my actual Kenma drabbles set in the same au as HIMYF (though “Chubby Bunny” is an unfinished wip inspired by Converge—yep, the Converge—and HIMYF is set after the events of “Kodzuken Tries Eating Filipino Food for the First Time” and “Kodzuken vs Balut”).

Y/N and Kenma are of the same age, with Y/N born six months earlier than him. They’re both 19 years old when they first met, and became friends for around three years until Kenma asked her to be his girlfriend on Y/N’s 22nd birthday. After that, she moved in and lived at Kenma’s house until now.

Y/N met Hinata in the Philippines in 2018 (both not knowing that Kenma is their mutual friend; Kenma hasn’t asked her the above mentioned question yet at that time), while the former’s on vacation and the latter has a prior commitment together with the MSBY Black Jackals in her home country.

Little did Y/N and Kenma know, they both attend the same university but had different degrees/courses; also Y/N was accepted in said uni through a scholarship grant from her previous school in the Philippines, and lived with a Japanese host family until after graduation before moving in to the Kozume residence.

Y/N is a closeted aidoru/idol wota. Her favorite idol group is Morning Musume.

references:

Vice Ganda look (similar to Kenma’s); the Philippine TV show quoted in the fic is It’s Showtime!

Johnny’s Entertainment/Johnny & Associates

“How to Eat Balut Like a Filipino” by theculturetrip.com

the Kenma x f!Filo!reader alternate universe post

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Obey Me! Brothers React: Baby?!?

This is a VERY old request that I actually found I had when scrolling through my blog lol

I liked it so much so I did the thing. It also gives some fluff between all the sin I have in my WIPs 

Enjoy~

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Lucifer:

Probably the calmest out of the bunch

“Are you okay?” “I’m prepared to take responsibility and make sure you’re happy.”

Makes sure you have your doctor appointments and goes with you

Very attentive to your needs

Over all he is pretty organized and prepared . . . on the outside

On the inside he’s a bit of a hoverer, but never too obvious. Just kinda stands to the side and observes,”just in case” you are carrying precious cargo afterall

Also he won't say it outloud but seeing your growing belly makes his pride shine the most and very territorial of you more than usual You are his and everyone will know

Kinda low-key didn’t not-not try to impregnate you but you didn’t hear that from me…

You and lucifer ended up having a Baby Boy Great another boy in the house

“Am I just destined to be surrounded by boys my whole life?” “I can always try to give you a girl. Just tell me when.” 😉

Yeah you’ll probably wait a year or two to actually plain for another baby, that is if Lucifer doesn’t “if it happens it happens”you again and BOOM baby #2 smh

Not as strict as one may think when thinking of Lucifer’s parenting style

Mammon definitely has something to say about that 

Does like to try and keep to a daily schedule of when they not just eat and sleep but also scheduled play and study time when they get to that age

Mammon:

He may need an ambulance

JK but he is a bit of a nervous wreck

Wait till he finds how birth works

But after the initial shock he is still worried about you

Maybe a bit overbearing

“Mammon, I can walk! I’m pregnant, not crippled.” “What? I can’t carry you around for no reason now?”

You end up having a Baby Girl

Cue panic mode!

Must protect baby girl at all costs Daddy mode engaged!

“My Love, you don’t have to watch her all night. She’ll be fine.” “I don’t know that!”

That dad that gets upsetty spaghetti if a “snot-nosed brat” messes with his perfect daughter on the playground

Leviathan:

Levi.exe has stopped working

Try turning off and turning on and try again later

Wasn’t ready for you to say it

I mean sure you guys do do the do, bUt hOw?!?!?

“Can we go back?” “Levi this isn’t a video game level.”

Don’t get him wrong he’s not mad just scared!

He’ll get into it after he has time to process it 

“I guess it would be nice to have another player when your busy.”

Started “practicing” with a life simulator game

You and Levi had a baby boy!

Games galore! 

When your little boy is still a baby obviously he can’t play video games with Levi but Levi has surprisingly really liked playing peek-a-boo

You do find Levi with your son on his chest as he plays video games most of the time when he’s watching him 

Satan:

Is about tied with Lucifer on the calm factor

Actually knew before you told him

“How the heck did you know, I just told you.” “Your period was late.”

Read all the books he can find on parenting and newborns in both humans and demons

You kinda wished he didn’t read so much because it went from ‘just wanting to cover all bases’ to being a bit of a worry wart and always “helping” you and “informing” you

Can you say Papa Bear!!! VERY protective!!!

Will damn near bite someone's head off if they bump into you especially w/o apologizing

Reads and/or plays music for the baby every night

“They say they can start to hear and recognize things in the womb at about 18-24 weeks. I have so many books I’d want to show them so might as well start early.”

Finds himself talking to and kississing your belly when your asleep late at night

“I promise I’m gonna make sure I’m the best Dad for you!”

Does touch your belly though everytime he kisses you

You and Satan had a Baby Girl

Truely a Daddy’s girl! She definitely has him wrapped around her little finger

He denies it but it’s true lol

Checks under the bed for “the scaries” every time she asks 

“You know Daddy will always protect you!”

Obviously the one to teach her to read and write. Making sure they get at least 30 mins of reading time together where they take turns

You’ve walking into the library many times to see Satan laying on the couch with your daughter on his chest, both asleep

At some point he finally admitted to you that he’s scared to “let her go”

He wants his baby girl to be his baby forever but he knows sadly she has to grow up but he hopes that when that happens they still have their book discussions and reading time together

It’s how he bonds with her the most.

Okay. Okay. I’ll stop cuz we should know I love Daddy Satan so I’ll stop before i get out of hand lol

Asmodeus:

OMG A NEW DOLL TO DRESS UP!!!

Ok but really he is excited

“With my charm and your cuteness, this child is gonna be the most sought after person in devildom.”

The day you told him he started preparing their room. Filling the room with bins of stuffed animals and toys

And clothes. Lots and lots of clothes.

“Asmo we don’t even know the gender yet.” “That’s ok! What ever we don’t use I guess we’ll just have to make another for those.”

He is gonna be in for a rude awakening literally when the baby comes

Say goodbye to your beauty sleep Asmo 

You and Asmo had a Baby Girl

When he found out you were having a girl, demon lord help this new doll baby

Dress up everyday 

Loves parading her around in his arms or the stroller

“Excuse me, Princess coming through!” 

Beelzebub:

Telling him you were pregnant made him really happy!!!

“I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” “You’ll be the best mother.”

Of course he was nervous but he had you and you always knew how to make him feel better

And when the stress of the actual baby came up he just focused on what he did know

Snacks. Snacks. & more Snacks!!!

Your pregnancy cravings were arguably the easiest part of your pregnancy for him because he was always down to go get them for you it also gave him an excuse to get more snacks for himself too and he got to try all your favorite snacks and weird concoctions you’d want.

You and Beel had surprise, surprise. Twins!!!! Fraternal Twins to be exact, a boy and a girl

One baby was scary enough but, multiply it by two!?!? Oh nelly.

But Beel really has a way to calm you.

Divide and conquer is your modo

He’ll bathe and clothe them and you feed them Beel has helped with the feeding but somehow the food seems to disappear rather fast and the rest you share and tag in and out of

Belphegor:

Baby?!?!?

I’m sorry. He must have heard you wrong.

Maybe he is still asleep and this is a dream

But nope. It’s not! You are tellin his face that he had accidentally put a … baby… inside you…

“Are you really pregnant?” “Yup” “I’m telling you right now I’m getting rid of it if it interferes with my sleep.”

Yeah… that didn’t happen :)

He lost sleep, yes. But although annoyed he was even shocked with how attached?!? He was to the child

Oh you had a boy!

You thanked the heavens for not “gifting” you with twins

A plus is your little boy takes after his father when it comes to sleep

Altho he’s still a baby so restless nights are still very much in your future 

Belphie gifted him his very own special pillow :3 He was sick of his kid stealing/hogging his

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I kinda went into them as parents bit oops  I got too excited lol

Maybe I can do more Daddy AUs in the future if that’d interest anyone.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, I really liked writing it.  I can’t be the only one obviously that really likes Daddy AUs :3

I love the fluff and I hope you do too :D

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all the EVEN numbers for the writing ask! Aha!

2. Anything that you’d like to write but feel like you’re unable to?

i'd love to be able to write smut, but i'm not very good at it - it always feels like pulling teeth. i'd also love to sit down and finish my robisanya time loop fic, but it is Very Complicated and i have to be in a very specific once in a blue moon mindframe before adding onto it.

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

i sure do! my ocs for my forever in progress original novel are chloe bolden and devi chakrabarti, two foster sisters who audition for a role in their favorite television show, elementary endangerment - only to find out that the show is Very Much Real and Very Much Dangerous. my latest fanfic ocs are as follows:

The West Hambos (Luka Visnjic, Natan Roubeni, Gunnar Magnusson, Rob McClare, Billy Schofield, Will Taylor, Mario Bonucci) - In The Light You Will Find The Road series (Ted Lasso, Nate-centric)

Grace Obisanya Adeyemi, Ben Adeyemi, Richmond 'Richie' Adeyemi, Julia Rojas, Javi Rojas, Gabi Rojas, Jandro Rojas, Olivia Alexander, Nina Reynolds-Cabrera, John Oluransi, Luisa Ortega - You've Got Bantr series (Ted Lasso, Sam/Dani-centric)

Jess, Bill and Taylor Kazansky - Ice's family who were co-invented by @academicgangster and appear / are mentioned in many of my top gun fanfics

Kelly Serrano, Laura Evans, and David Bennett - Billy Tyson's ex-wives and ex-boyfriend who are mentioned in my and @lilalbatross's Austin Alone series (9-1-1 Lone Star, Billy/Owen-centric)

6. What’s your ratio for rating your works?

idk how that works but out of the 71 stories i have on ao3, the majority are either Teen And Up Audiences or General Audiences.

8. How slow is a slow burn?

my slow burns can be Pretty Damn Slow, as my mutuals can no doubt attest. from a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being 'they fuck/kiss/get together right away' and 10 being 'they don't even learn each other's names until 200k in', i'm probably around a 4, maybe a 5?

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

time loops, 'there was only one bed' + all offshoots, and A Metric Fuckload of Mutual Pining.

12. If you write in more than one language, what’s the difference?

i only write in english, so n/a,

14. Write and share the first sentence of a new fic. Just that.

Dani is going to propose. He swears.

16. Are one-shots really underrated?

i mean, i've never heard anyone say so, but there's definitely something nice about keeping a story short and to the point.

18. First, second, or third person?

third person. sometimes second person - i don't mind reading it but i don't like writing it - and No Thank You to first person.

20. Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?

i don't know how to write if i'm not working on at least three projects at once lmao. it's kind of nice actually because if i hit writer's block on one project and am feeling shitty about myself / my writing, i can just hop onto a new project and vibe there for a while. instant serotonin. also instant stress because more often than not, i'll be midway through one project, get the idea for another, shift gears to solely that project for a few months, then get an idea for another.... You See Where This Is Going. rip to all my abandoned wips. on hiatus but never forgotten.

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

That's The Good Kush. the writing/reading/watching equivalent of comfort food and comfy sweatpants.

24. Thoughts on flashbacks/flashforwards.

@toseehowthestoryends's fic Freeze On The Stones is the be-all and end-all when it comes to masterfully employing flashbacks in fic, imho. i've employed flashbacks from time to time in my works, but very sparingly - i prefer to work within the present.

26. What would you describe as OOC?

....i guess anything a character does that is out of the ordinary?? it really depends on who i'm writing. iceman kazansky will do and say things that sam obisanya never would.

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

outline outline outline!! cannot tell you how much easier my writing has gone for me since i started working with outlines. outlines don't really make me stick to projects any better - that's on my ADD - but they do make the actual writing process much smoother.

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn’t.

god, so many. most recent one that comes to mind is a benji/ilsa fic i was considering writing for Some Time, but it never got off the ground for me. (magic conch voice) Maybe Someday.

32. Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?

Literally So Many. i always throw around the same metaphors and expressions, and my fics almost always have Terrible Puns Within and song lyrics for titles. i still crack up thinking about the time i thought i was So Clever writing @academicgangster a fic for an exchange without telling her, and she figured out i was the anon author literally from the very first line because of a pun i wrote. i am nothing if not predictable lmao.

34. Do you write to improve? Or is that not a concern for you?

i write because i like to. improvement happens along the way. like, my writing today is much better than my writing in 2019, but i wasn't out there writing - say - my top gun / mcu crossover fix it fic because i thought it'd make me a better writer or anything; i just liked the idea and went for it.

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What’s the one you’re most proud of?

9 times out of 10, my fic titles are song lyrics, lines from poems, or Very Bad Puns. my most favorite fic title i ever came up with is You Had Me At Aloe, for my top gun 2 specfic where fritz accidentally tells ice he looks like a succulent (and other things occur as well).

38. “This never happened” fix-it fics or “this happened but” fix-it fics?

Why Not Both (but not at the same time).

40. Write a 9-word fic.

"Maybe someday we'll meet again, and things'll be different."

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

Noticing the Little Things

-shows up a week late to Kiss Ryuji Day with Starbucks- I’ve contributed to a fandom event! mo you didn’t contribute shit I’ve contributed! Took a break from Misguided Wingman, so instead of a WIP Wednesday, y’all are getting 6.6k words of fluff instead!

Under a cut cause that’s a little much, and link to AO3 in the reblogs cause tumblr does terrible things to posts with links in them.

Hey, come meet my mom!

Ryuji had sprung the offer on him last minute via dead of the night text. It wasn’t as though he’d been trying to catch Ren off guard intentionally; it was more a matter of this being her first full day off in nearly a month that hadn’t fallen through for one reason or another. Ren had quickly learned that those sorts of days were few and far between, and notoriously difficult to plan around because of it. Even rarer were the days where both Sakamotos’ schedules lined up for a full day of quality time, especially now with the addition of Phantom Thievery. And Ryuji had offered to share this once in a blue moon opportunity with his best friend. Naturally, even as tired as he’d been when the message came through, Ren had jumped at the chance. For once it (mostly) didn’t have anything to do with his crush on his best friend that could have been viewed from space, Ren was just excited to finally meet the woman whose praises Ryuji’d been singing since they met.

The next morning, Ryuji had texted him again uncharacteristically bright and early--especially for a Sunday--hoping to put their heads together for something nice to do for her. He didn’t want her to do a bunch of work on one of her rare days off and Ren didn’t blame him one bit. He pitched the idea of takeout; no effort to cook, no dishes to wash, only trash to take out after. Ryuji shot it down, hesitant to admit that they couldn’t quite afford enough takeout for all three of them this late in the month and even less willing to ask Ren to cover the whole thing. Which meant going out to eat somewhere was probably also a no-go. And then Ren was struck by divine inspiration.

Or rather, he looked down at the breakfast that Sojiro had so kindly prepared for him before Leblanc opened. And then he texted Ryuji.

What if I made curry?

And that was how he ended up spending the rest of his morning at the grocery store, picking through produce with such a critical eye that it would have brought a tear to Sojiro’s. He’d assured Ryuji several times over that it was no trouble, he needed the practice anyway and he’d gotten some sizable bonuses from a couple of his jobs, so the shopping was no issue. Ren sent the list of what he needed and, after a little more convincing, Ryuji had sent back a list of what they didn’t already have in the apartment, as well as a promise to have the kitchen ready when he arrived and to do dishes after all of his friend’s hard work. On top of the rest of his list, Ren added a nice tuna filet for Morgana, who’d be stuck in Yongen all day rather than risk getting anyone in trouble for bringing the not-a-cat to the Sakamoto apartment.

Ren double checked his bags and tried to shake off the feeling that he was missing something while Morgana halfheartedly berated him between bites of fish for being left behind. Halfway down the stairs to the cafe, it hit Ren and he couldn’t help but feel a little dumb for forgetting. His thumbs skated over his phone screen to ask Ryuji a question, only to get a question himself from Sojiro.

“Got everything you need to impress your mother-in-law, kid?” His tone was teasing as he looked over the boy’s armful of groceries. Ren sputtered an objection that was less actual coherent words and more disconnected, indignant noises, red as the bell peppers he’d selected as his caretaker chuckled. His phone buzzed as Ryuji’s answer came in.

“Actually…” Ren managed after the worst of the heat faded from his cheeks. “I was wondering if I could borrow a couple of things?”

-----

“Out.” Ren commanded, brandishing a freshly washed carrot like a dagger and flicking the water off of it at his friend.

“Hey! It’s my kitchen!” Ryuji argued but stepped back anyways with his hands up in a vain attempt to shield himself from the droplets.

“They’re my groceries. Go sit, I’m cooking.” Ren retorted and turned back to the cutting board. Sakamoto-san’s laugh could be heard from the living room, not that that was very far. It was a small apartment and the kitchen and living room weren’t so much two separate rooms as they were one room about the size of Leblanc’s attic interrupted by a short stretch of countertop. When he’d first come in, Sakamoto-san had scooped up the groceries from Ren’s arms before he’d gotten half a word of greeting out, Ryuji had dragged him off for a quick tour of the apartment, and he’d come back to everything he’d need laid out in a neat array next to the stove in the five minutes he’d been distracted.

“He fusses if he doesn’t get to help.” She explained while Ren worked. “He does it to me, too, y’know.” He couldn’t help but wonder with a roll of his eyes where ever could his best friend have gotten that habit from?

“Oh I fuss if I don’t get to help?” The blond asked dryly and then helpfully voiced Ren’s inner sarcastic inquiry: “Wonder where I picked that up?” A smile found its way onto Ren’s face as they continued bantering back and forth while he worked, Sakamoto-san sipping on tea in front of the television and Ryuji leaning on the counter from the living room side to watch his best friend cook.

It was comfortable, but not quite in the same way Leblanc had become; the cafe was a place to rest, to breathe, to hide. His attic bedroom felt undeniably safe, but was somehow paradoxically isolated from the world around it and almost entirely devoid of privacy. The apartment, though… With the sound of the tv providing soft background noise to Ryuji and his mother’s easy conversation and the smell of curry spices filling every corner of the small space, it felt safe in a way that felt like home, in a way the attic hadn’t quite managed yet, in a way his own home hadn’t really felt since he was a little kid. Something tense in Ren’s chest unwound and he hadn’t realized he was humming until Ryuji and Sakamoto-san had stopped talking to listen. It wasn’t even particularly good, at least as far as he was concerned, but it was the only way to get rid of the Velvet Room’s mysterious song when it got stuck in his head like it lived there. The silence stretched for an uncomfortable beat when he realized he had an audience.

“Um.” He glanced up from the frying pan for a moment, then quickly back down to it to hide his blush after meeting two matching sets of wide, brown eyes watching him. Nothing like an unblinking stare to make one self-conscious. “S-sorry. Did I interrupt you two?”

“Oh no, not at all! You have a lovely voice, Ren. Don’t let us stop you.” Sakamoto-san insisted with a kind smile that turned a little too knowing as she glanced over at her son.

“Yeah, man, you ain’t gotta quit ‘cause of us.” Ryuji affirmed, still watching him with a grin and a warm, wide-eyed look that the other boy couldn’t quite put a name to. “And she’s right, you’re pretty good. Hell, maybe we shoulda gone to that karaoke place for real the one time so you could show off.” Heat rose to Ren’s face that had nothing to do with the food he was cooking.

“Well, we could always go back, make that our next celebration after-- uh,” Ren quickly changed course before he accidentally blurted out ‘after the next change of heart’ in front of Sakamoto-san, “after exams. Get everyone together, take turns picking songs, that sort of thing.” Ren suggested. “Of course, that means you’d have to sing, too.”

“No way--!” The blond tried to object before his mother cut him off in her own excitement.

“Oh that sounds so fun!” She grinned more widely, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. Ren had seen an identical look on her son’s face enough times to slightly dread whatever she was about to say. “Maybe you boys could do a duet? I know a few songs that’d--”

“Mommmm!” Ryuji groaned indignantly while Ren smothered a laugh and prayed any color in his cheeks could be written off as a result of leaning over the hot stove.

-----

Ren watched a flurry of movement from where he’d gotten up to stir the curry and break out the pour-over setup. Boss had only let him borrow this one because it had been chipped a few years prior--still functional, but no longer restaurant quality--and because Ren had laid the flattery on especially thick when he begged to use it.

“Ooh, you’re gonna make coffee? I’ll be right back, I know what else’ll go perfect with it!” Ryuji had jumped up and all but bolted for the door. “Be right back!”

“Wait, I was just--” He tried to tell the blond, but the door had already snapped shut before he could finish, “--setting it up.” He sighed and offered a helpless shrug to Sakamoto-san. “It’s supposed to go with the curry, but that’s going to be simmering for a while.”

Sakamoto-san chuckled and smiled fondly in the direction her son had disappeared. “You know how excitable he can be, and he’s been looking forward to introducing us for a couple of months now.” She stood and stretched with a groan, then walked over and leaned on the counter. Ren could practically feel her gaze on him as he worked; even with as warm and casual as the look on her face was, something in her eyes felt scrutinizing. He was being sized up with no idea as to why. Sakamoto-san’s smile stayed in place, as gentle as before when she asked, “why not brew us each a cup anyway? Ryuji’s been raving about the one you made him and how well it’d go with old lady Ueda’s ginger peach danishes since the beginning of summer. And since he’s even less of a coffee drinker than I am, I’m eager to see the master at work.”

“If you want to see the master at work, you’ll have to come by Leblanc and meet So-- um, Sakura-san.” He explained with a nervous, slightly forced chuckle of his own. After a moment of internal debate, Ren nodded. ��But I did bring enough for everyone to have a couple of cups. Couldn’t hurt to see if you like it as much as Ryuji does. Maybe I’ll impress you just as much, Sakamoto-san.” That had been exactly why he was doing this, why he had worked so hard to convince Boss to part with even a little of his cafe equipment.

She barked a laugh at that and startled Ren enough that he nearly knocked over the bag of coffee he’d traded away a full week of work for. “Two things. Three, actually. One, please just call me Hana. Because, two, I’ve been impressed with you for months, kid. And, three, don’t beat yourself up if you can’t impress me as much as Ryuji ‘cause that’s gonna be an awfully high bar to clear. I don’t know exactly what you did to do it, but you pulled him out of…” Hana-san trailed off with a sigh, and then continued with a slightly thick edge to her voice, “out of a pretty dark place, y’know. My boy adores you.”

With that and the overwhelming warmth in her eyes, Ren could feel his own throat tightening, but he managed to choke out a weak, “O-okay.” And then he couldn’t force anything else out. How were you supposed to react to hearing your probably-unrequited-crush’s mom tell you that said crush adored you? As if she could read the question on his face, she reached over to clap him on the shoulder encouragingly.

“Don’t worry about sayin’ anything, My sunshine’s told me you’re not much of a talker. Just make sure you keep showin’ him how much he means to you too, alright?”

“I will. Thank you, Hana-san.” He finally replied and got the same annoyed frown he’d gotten from Ryuji two days into their friendship, when he’d met his new nickname with Ryuji’s family name. Although responding to Renren with Sakamoto back then had been an attempt at teasing on Ren’s part, calling Sakamoto-san by just her given name felt like too much.

The door creaked open and pulled her attention off of Ren as Ryuji came bouncing through, nearly forgetting to kick off his shoes in his excitement to deliver the prized pastries.

“You weren’t kidding when you said this one was formal, sunshine.” She sighed. “And damn, I’ve never seen you make that trip so fast. You that excited to show off to your Renren? ” Ryuji squawked in offense and Ren could feel his face flame at how she’d emphasized his nickname.

“N-nah, he could probably sense that I was just about to ask about embarrassing baby pictures is all.” Ren deflected as he went back to prepping their coffee.

The only thing better than the look of utter betrayal Ryuji gave him was the one of unbridled delight on Hana-san’s face.

-----

Dinner had passed cheerfully, if somewhat raucously, as Hana-san and Ryuji regaled their guest with stories about Ryuji’s childhood, and the boys entertained her with stories about their time together since the beginning of the school year. Ren felt himself opening up more and more easily as the meal had gone by and even shared a few stories from his time working at Leblanc, as well as the specifics behind balancing the night’s coffee and curry. As per usual, Ryuji didn’t really seem to be absorbing the specifics, but seemed more than happy to watch his friend talk about something he was enthusiastic about. Ren was even openly laughing by the end of dinner while he and Ryuji recounted the time they had met up for lunch after separately incurring Ushimaru’s wrath by falling asleep in class, then bursting out laughing at each other’s identical chalk bruises on their foreheads. They didn’t mention that each of them still had the other’s half of the subsequent selfie set as their phone’s home screen.

Afterwards, the atmosphere in the apartment settled a little when Ryuji shooed both his mother and his best friend out of the kitchen to sort out leftovers and wash dishes. In the meantime, Ren and Hana-san sat in comfortable quiet in the living room while half-watching the talk show on tv and enjoying the last of the coffee and danishes. Ryuji had been spot-on, Ren noted, the flavor paired beautifully with what he’d been secretly calling the Kidd Blend since he first got his right hand man’s seal of approval. As per usual, even if Ryuji didn’t have a head for the specifics, his instincts were unparalleled.

“He’s got good taste, right?” Hana-san remarked as she watched Ren’s thoughtful chewing. He nodded. Again with that uncanny ability to read him; it would have been unsettling if he hadn’t already been used to it from Ryuji and just figured that she was where he got it from. She cracked a smile after taking another sip from her coffee and said, “I gotta admit, I was skeptical when he said it was good enough to go with our favorite dessert. Figured he was just talking you up again ‘cause I’ve never had a cup of coffee I actually liked. I only drink it if I need the caffeine fix. But this? This is damn good.” Hana-san drained the cup and let out a satisfied sigh before she settled back a little further into her seat.

At that point Ren had been keeping a running tally of how many little gestures and features Hana-san and her son had in common. Despite their differences physically--where Ryuji was tall and all lean, hard lines, Hana-san was considerably shorter than her son and built soft and sturdy--there was no denying they were mother and son with as many quirks and features as they had in common. The same warm, brown eyes that tilted upwards just a little at the outer corners; the same bright smile that lit up their entire faces and laughter that filled every corner of the room; the same animated manner of speaking, all open expression and wild gestures to tell a story; the same bright quality to their voices, loud and boisterous without being overwhelming. The same way of making him feel like he’d known them all his life within the span of a few hours. That last one was about when he’d lost count, and therefore couldn’t say where he was when he noted that even with the difference in their specific posture, the two even relaxed the same way when they sat. Ryuji tended to sprawl out and Hana-san seemed more comfortable curling up when she sat, but they both had something loose and open about the way they sat, something oddly approachable.

“You’re always welcome to come by Leblanc, Hana-san.” Ren said with a smile, then added somewhat proudly, “Although I’ll have to direct Boss since Ryuji only gets coffee when I make it.”

“We’ll see if I get some time. And seriously, kid, just Hana is fine. I’ve heard enough about you from Ryuji that I feel like I already know you.” She insisted.

“Wh- really?” His head snapped up from his drink. He knew that he and Ryuji were best friends, probably the closest friends that either of them had ever had. But he hadn’t actually thought about the fact that that meant Ryuji talked about him to other people. It was probably silly the way something that obvious could warm him from the inside and fill his chest with butterflies, but it did.

“Oh yeah. Honestly, I knew I liked you before he ever even said your name. It was like out of nowhere his grades started picking back up, I wasn’t getting any more calls about him skipping classes, he seemed motivated again, like he hadn’t been since…” Hana-san looked over at Ryuji, busy and oblivious in the kitchen, as her face darkened and her voice dropped before she continued, “since before that sonofabitch broke my boy’s leg.” The bitterness passed after a moment and she fixed Ren with a gaze brimming with that same overwhelming warmth and kindness from before. “I knew that whoever it was that brought my boy’s smile back… that was someone I wanted to meet, y’know? That was someone I wanted to thank. So, thanks Ren. You brought my sunshine back.”

“I… You’re welcome.” Ren mumbled. “It’s not…” He stopped himself from saying it wasn’t a big deal because that definitely wasn’t true. “I mean, he did just as much for me.” Then he took a sip from his coffee, at a loss for what else to say.

“I’m sure he did, he’s a good boy. But this is me thanking you, not him.” She shrugged as she watched him drink and her smile went crooked as her voice took on a teasing lilt. “Still, I guess if Hana is too informal for you, you could always just call me Mom. Might as well get in the habit now, right?”

So. Hot coffee coming out of one’s nose was very painful. That was the immediate sensation that momentarily distracted Ren from the shock of Hana-san’s statement. She jumped up in surprise as he choked on his drink, then quickly grabbed a dish towel from the nearby counter and handed it to him. He coughed a few times and wiped at the surprisingly little amount of coffee that he’d gotten on himself, before finally clearing his throat and wheezing out, “Excuse me?”

Hana-san was very clearly trying not to laugh at him while she gave him another of those warm smiles that just confused him this time. “I know you two are dating, I’m not blind, kid.” Ren’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Hard. It prompted another coughing fit and Hana-san couldn’t hold back from laughing this time. “Even if I was, I still would’ve picked up on it. You two are too obvious. It’s sweet, really. The way you light up when you’re watchin’ him? And the first time I finally got your name out of him, you were suddenly the only thing he wanted to talk about. ‘ Hey mom, I’m hanging out with Ren today, don’t worry ‘bout dinner for me, we’re gonna get ramen. Man, can’t believe Ren’s never been to a real arcade before. His hometown didn’t really have one, so I’m gonna show him my favorite tomorrow. Hey mom, me and Ren are going to the gym today, yeah we’re gonna be running, yeah I’m running again, didn’t I tell you? Nah, I don’t need anything for my birthday, I know money’s tight this week and Renren’s taking me fishing so it’s all good. Hey, did you know Ren hung the moon? Ain’t that sweet of him? I should do somethin’ to say thanks.’ Like I said, kid. Ryuji adores you.” Hana finished softly. Almost ruefully, but he missed that part. Ren’s head was spinning, out of sheer confusion and excitement and terror and hope that he’d been aggressively stomping down for months, as well as the fact that all the blood in his body seemed determined to rush to his face all at once.

“He… told you we’re dating?” He managed hoarsely, eyes flicking to Ryuji still washing dishes and still completely oblivious to their conversation with the water running. Did… Had Ryuji confessed to him without Ren realizing? Had those moments he’d dismissed as wishful thinking, bein’ free and my place is next to you, actually been what he hadn’t dared even hope for?

Had he been dating Ryuji Sakamoto this entire goddamn time without even realizing it?

“Well, no. At first I thought it was because he was nervous about coming out to me. I did what I could to let him know it wasn’t an issue, and since he never really changed how he talked about you, I figured he must have just been so excited to have such a wonderful boyfriend that he just... forgot to tell me.”

Ren barked out a rough laugh and then winced at the way it grated on his scalded sinuses. “Then that would make two of us, Hana-san. If I had realized this was that kind of ‘come meet my mom,’ I would’ve convinced Sojiro to let me bring one of the top-shelf blends.” A hollow laugh escaped him as Hana-san’s face fell.

“Oh. Oh… Ah shit, I’m so sorry! I went and made things awkward with him now, haven’t I?” She winced apologetically and looked down at the dishtowel when Ren handed it back. “And wasted that fantastic coffee on top of it, too. You’re sure you’re okay?” Ren waved the apology off.

“It’s fine, please don’t worry about it, Hana-san.” She frowned at him and he finally relented. “Hana. I just... have a couple questions for him now. That I have no idea how I’m gonna ask.” He ran a hand through his hair and glanced back at Ryuji again, who was nearly done cleaning up the kitchen.

“Well, good luck when you do. But I don’t think you’re gonna need it.” She assured him with a wink and a gentle clap on the shoulder. “So, if that wasn’t the top shelf stuff, what was it? Besides still pretty damn killer, obviously.”

“Huh? Oh. Second from the top. Still took some serious convincing and I’ll be working behind the counter at Leblanc all week to make up for it.” Ren flashed Hana a tired smile. “Worth it, though. Every non-coffee-drinker I impress is a win in my book.”

Her laugh in response took the sting out of his embarrassment. And his slightly burnt throat. “Well then, guess I will have to find a minute to come by, enjoy me some coffee, curry, and a captive audience.” Hana grinned and Ren couldn’t help but return it.

“I’ll look forward to the company.”

-----

Rather than walk straight to the closest station, Ren and Ryuji had decided to take the scenic route and loop through a nearby park once first. Ren stuck close to the blond, given that he was a lot more familiar with the area as one of his go-to running practice routes. That and, while it was refreshingly cool for Ryuji outside the apartment, Ren ran colder than his friend and was starting to get uncomfortably chilly. As if on cue, Ryuji fell into step right next to him and threw an arm around his shoulder, and Ren felt himself immediately relax into the touch to leech his right hand man’s body heat.

“I’m really glad you finally got to meet my mom. Glad you hit it off with her, gotta admit I was kinda nervous at first.” Ryuji finally said.

“Really? Why?”

“Well you know after my old man took off, it was just me ‘n her, yeah?” Ren nodded. “Even when I had other friends before… everything, Mom was always my best friend. Lame, right?” Ryuji gave a halfhearted, self-deprecating laugh. Ren nudged his shoulder a little more firmly against the blond, not willing to let the disparagement pass uncontested.

“Not at all, she’s pretty great. Wish I was half as close with my folks as you two are.”

“Right. Yeah, she is. Anyways, yeah, mom was always my best friend. So when you turned up--and it’s not like she said anything so I could be wrong--but when you turned up I think she was a little jealous? Not like tellin’ me not to hang out with you or anythin’, she’s been real glad to see me with friends again! But I was kinda worried she felt…” The blond trailed off, waving his free hand vaguely as he tried to come up with the right word.

“Pushed aside?” Ren supplied.

“Exactly! So even after I knew she’d warmed up to you after hearin’ about you so much, I was kinda nervous that she wouldn’t get along with you. So yeah, I’m glad you guys hit it off.”

“I’m glad, too.” He couldn’t help but wonder if Hana had told Ryuji what she’d told him, how she knew she liked Ren as soon as Ryuji started getting back on his feet again. There was no way she’d told him she was certain they were dating, although that probably would have made bringing it up easier for Ren, if no less awkward. It wasn’t as though he could just blurt out ‘hey are we dating, your mom was pretty convinced I’m your boyfriend and I’m really hoping she was right’. Well okay, he could if he could work up the nerve, but that was a pretty big ‘if.’

“Hey.” Ren could hear the frown in Ryuji’s voice and didn’t have time to react before his glasses were being tugged off his face and tucked into the collar of the other boy’s shirt. “You’re doin’ that thing again, where you’re overthinkin’ somethin’ and you disappear behind your damn glasses. What’s up?”

Ren blinked up at Ryuji a few times, barely registering that, huh, that was a habit of his wasn’t it, before the words “Why sunshine?” fell out of his mouth.

“Huh?” Ryuji fixed him with a puzzled look that shifted into one of flushed embarrassment as the question registered. “Oh, right, the nickname. Uh, my hair, mostly.”

“Makes sense. This is gonna sound dumb, but even though I know you bleach it, I was still surprised that your mom’s brunette.” Ren admitted. “I guess part of me was expecting her to be blonde, too.”

“I was actually aimin’ for her color the first time we bleached mine.” Ryuji admitted, then frowned like he hadn’t meant to say anything.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I didn’t… I wasn’t always so gung-ho about the whole ‘fine, you’re gonna call me a punk, I’ll give you an effin’ punk’ thing, y’know? That didn’t really click all the way into place ‘til I got Kidd.” The blond took a slightly shaky breath and exhaled deeply before shooting his friend a questioning glance. Ren nodded for him to continue. He wasn’t going to push and Ryuji knew that, but he was definitely curious. “Right. So, this was back when my leg was still healin’ last year. Had a rough day on it, came home feelin’ like ten kindsa shit, like bad enough I went straight to the bathroom and threw up I hurt so damn bad. And as I’m washin’ my face after, I catch how my face looks in the mirror and… and I look like just as much shit as I feel.” Ren could feel how sharply Ryuji spat the hollow, bitter laugh before he continued, “specifically, I looked just like my old man whenever he was hungover. Effin’ hated it, seein’ a face I had damn near blocked out ‘cause it’d been so long since I saw it just starin’ back at me from the mirror.” Ren wrapped his arm around his best friend’s shoulders the same way Ryuji’s was draped across his, then gave his best shot at a comforting squeeze.

Ryuji shot him a crooked smile and brightened as he kept talking. “Anyways, I told Mom what happened and asked if we could dye it the same color as hers. And she was totally down for it. So she went out, got a bleach kit, annnnnd when we used it, we totally overshot it. I lost track of time and turned my hair bright freakin’ yellow and patchy as hell, too,” he laughed. “And man, we laughed harder than we had in months at that. She spent the rest of the night callin’ me sunshine to mess with me, but it was nice seein’ her really smile again, y’know? So when she asked me the next day what kind of dye I wanted to cover it up with, I told her to grab more bleach and we’d try and even it out cause the blond grew on me. And honestly? The name did, too.” Ryuji shook Ren’s shoulder in warning. “But don’t tell her I said that.”

“My lips are sealed. It suits you, though. The name,” Ren affirmed and ruffled his hand through the shock of surprisingly soft, blond hair, “and the look.” Ryuji swatted his hand away with a laugh and let it settle back on his shoulder.

“Yeah. Long as I can get away with it, I’m keepin’ it.” Ryuji stretched and fixed Ren with a look. “Aight, now what were you actually thinkin’ about?”

“Uh, w-well.” Shit. Nothing else came to mind through the haze of mild panic that struck Ren. No excuses, no delays, no deflections. Oh, to hell with it, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Time to just rip the bandage off. “Your mom thinks we’re dating and you just forgot to tell her because you got caught up in being excited about it.”

“WHAT?!” Ryuji yelped and jumped back like he’d been burned. Not the best reaction, but Ren was already determined to just get it all out.

“Yeah. And as soon as she put it like that, I suddenly wasn’t sure that I just… hadn’t realized I’d accepted a confession at some point.” He explained, eyes fixed on the path in front of them. Ryuji laughed, high and nervous, bordering on slightly hysterical.

“Wh-when would I have even--”

“My place is next to you.” Ren’s heart was hammering in his chest hard enough that he was worried it might crack a rib or five.

“...oh. Right. Okay, yeah, that’s… that’s fair.” Ryuji had stopped walking and was frowning at the concrete as he scuffed the toe of his shoe at it. “So you been tryin’ to let me down easy or somethin? Don’t worry about it, dude, that wasn’t…” He trailed off and Ren finally turned to face him. The pang that squeezed his heart left him breathless when he saw the look of utter disappointment on Ryuji’s face. Ren was frozen, even as something in the back of his head screamed at him to fix it before Ryuji got the wrong idea. The blond straightened up with a laugh that sounded more like a scoff and ran a hand through his hair. “Man, that explains all the ‘you know you can tell me anything’ conversations she’s been tryin’ to have lately. I was worried she’d caught on about the Phantom Thief stuff, but she just… God, do I even wanna know what you told her?”

Ren practically jumped at the opening. “I told her if I’d known it was that kind of ‘hey come meet my mom’ that I would have brought better coffee.” He tried to look his best friend in the eye as he confessed, but just… couldn’t. Better to focus on getting the words out however he could. “I haven’t been trying to figure out how to let you down easy, kind of the opposite, actually.” He did his best to ignore the quiet intake of breath that got, or the way Ryuji tensed in his peripheral vision. “I’ve been working up the courage to ask and bracing myself for when you shot me down. I… I really like you.”

“...forreal?” Ryuji’s voice was soft with disbelief.

“Yeah.” Ren’s voice cracked, nerves finally getting the better of him. But he could at least answer, even if he still couldn’t look the other boy in the eye.

“You… You like me? Like, like-like me?”

“Yes. Have for a while, now. I might... “ Ren cleared his throat and tried again. “I might be a little past just like at this point, honestly.”

A breathless, disbelieving chuckle followed by, “Seriously?”

“Mhm.” A stiff nod.

“Why?” Ryuji’s tone had escalated from disbelief to full-on incredulity, sapping away all of Ren’s nerves in favor of sheer indignance when he whipped around to his best friend.

“How could I not?!” Ren nearly shouted, just self-aware enough to be glad they were alone. “You’re brave, so goddamn brave and so goddamn kind, protecting people--total strangers, sometimes--and expecting nothing back! You’re ridiculously good-looking and have an amazing smile and the best laugh I’ve ever heard, not to mention you’re just so damn compassionate? Quick to help people and even quicker to apologize when you mess up, even with just the little mistakes, and you always mean it and try to do better. And I’ve never in my life met someone as loyal as you, never had someone that I could rely on the way I rely on you!” Ren ranted, slightly light-headed from how quickly the words just poured out of him. “For fuck’s sake, you saved my life when I was just some guy off the street! The Phantom Thieves wouldn’t exist at all without you, and I… I would have spent the rest of the year, maybe even the rest of my life hiding if I hadn’t met you--”

“Hey.”

“Huh?” When had Ryuji stepped so close? How had Ren not noticed those warm, calloused hands cupping his jaw and tipping his head back up to look back at a face that wore an achingly-sweet expression of pure admiration, tempered only by the hint of apprehension at the corners of those warm, brown eyes Ren was such a sucker for?

“I’m gonna kiss you now. Izzat okay?”

“Please.” Ren whispered as his heart jumped up into his throat and Ryuji’s flushed face drew closer.

Both boys’ eyes fluttered shut at the first brush of lips, soft and deliberate. The second was just as gentle, just as careful, even as Ryuji’s fingers twitched against Ren’s jaw like it was taking all of his self control not to just dive in. Like he’d been thinking about how to do it right, planning it for a while, and that thought made Ren’s stomach flip. He slid one hand up the nape of Ryuji’s neck and buried his fingers in his hair at the third kiss, and wrapped his free arm around the blond’s waist to pull him closer partway through the fourth. From there, he lost count. It was the seventh or eighth kiss that found him pressed up against a nearby tree, and something like the thirteenth before nerves gave way to excitement and one of them deepened the kiss. He stopped counting entirely after the cautious sweep of Ryuji’s tongue over his lower lip temporarily shorted out his higher brain functions and pulled an embarrassingly needy sound from the back of his throat. Somewhere in the distantly coherent part of his brain, Ren made a mental note to start buying gum or mints because coffee-and-curry breath was… not great for kissing. It still took the two of them several minutes to break apart because kissing Ryuji, finally actually kissing him, was so much better than he’d imagined, even after months of daydreaming.

“So…” Ren sighed against the corner of Ryuji’s mouth, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath. “Just to make sure we’re on the same page, no room for confusion--”

“Oh my god Renren, seriously?!” The words didn’t have any bite, being equal parts incredulity and laughter as Ryuji shoved gently at Ren’s shoulder.

“I just wanna be sure!” Ren laughed right back.

“Are you effin’ serious, how can you not be-- fine.” Ryuji pulled him into a tight hug, peppering his face with kisses as he spoke. “Ren Amamiya,” kiss, “will,” kiss, “you be,” kiss, “my,” kiss, “boyfriend?”

“Yes.” Ren turned his head to catch another kiss that Ryuji had aimed at his temple, sliding his tongue into the blond’s mouth and kissing him hard enough that his best friend was scarlet when he pulled away. “I would love to.”

Then he kissed Ryuji again. And again. And again.

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Eventually, Ren and Ryuji had broken apart long enough to return his glasses and get him on a train back to the cafe. He had been grinning like a dork for the entire ride and practically floated back into Leblanc when he got back, earning a weird look from Morgana on the counter. Sojiro was too busy to notice, nearly done cleaning up with most of the dishes already put away and the next day’s curry prepped and simmering. Ren stepped in, grabbed the washcloth off the side of the sink and started wiping down the counter.

“I can finish cleaning, you go ahead and get home to Futaba.” He insisted.

“Well you’re in a good mood. I take it you impressed the mother-in-law?” Boss teased.

“Yep, I think I did!” Ren chirped from behind the counter, then tried not to laugh. Sojiro did a double take and his face flickered through several expressions at once--sly and teasing, smug triumph, confusion, recognition, and further confusion--as he realized his ribbing hadn’t landed like it had just that afternoon.

Eventually he let out a “hmph” before probably deciding not to ask. “Don’t forget to lock up, and put back everything you borrowed, alright? I’ll see you in the morning.”

Ren waved as the door jangled shut behind him and hummed cheerfully as he worked.

“I take it you two idiots finally figured it out?” Morgana asked and Ren only grinned. At that point his face was starting to hurt from smiling so much. “Blech, glad I missed out.” The cat stretched languidly before hopping down and trotting up the stairs. “Congratulations, though. Taste notwithstanding, I’m happy for you two.”

“So you don’t want the play-by-play?” Ren called after him.

“I will steal your bed and make you sleep in a booth!”

[marvel-m-lee]

Meeting everyone and Eggs •Part 3- M-Verse•

Warnings: eggs

Fandom: Marvel

●○●This is a Tickle Fic Story●○●

-This story may also include Gore in some chapters-

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"GUYS?! WHERES THE KID?!"

This knew man was the one from before, when you woke up. Only he seemed much more frantic and panicky. His body sweating as fear followed him dragging him down.

"Morning Steve" The ginger lady said smirking at his worried expression. His intense breathing patterns and loud banging on the compound floors as he ran.

His eyes locked with yours as time for a moment slowed down. His bright blue eyes, enchanted with opia emotions.

In a swift motion he ran over and held you close. You'd never felt something like this before. Like a string that had been slowly breaking just fell as though the rest of it had returned. The warmth that surrounded you in his arms, shock filling you but something else, this felt overwhelming, tears almost came to your eyes. You could never remember a time when you'd felt this. At least not in an incredibly long time.

"Woah woah, calm down there Steve. She's still warming up to the place." Sam chuckled with slight concern. It was a quick movement, they all thought you might have been very uncomfortable. But you werent, Steve- once realizing what he had done- lifted his arms to let you go incase you were uncomfortable. But you brought yours up and hugged him back. Hiding your face and taking in the feeling.

You were much smaller than him, so the sight was incredibly adorable, everyones faces weakened at the sight. Steve just leant down to hug you once more.

You'd never met this man, but he felt like the only one you truly knew out of them all. You never wanted to loose the feeling.

"Shh, its okay" he had noticed your tears and looked around to say he were going to take you for a bit, in which you agreed by your movements. He held your hand and brought you down a corridor so the others wouldn't see.

"I'm sorry dear, I didnt man to startle you" the blond man knelt down and held onto your shoulders, apologising for making you cry at your first meeting.

You shook your head and hugged him again.

"I really am sorry" he stated, hugging you. You knew he was sorry, but he had nothing to be sorry for. You were crying due to the overwhelming emotions of warmth and joy you felt.

You sniffles and wipped your eye, "i- you, i- sorry... thank you" you muttered, unable to respond properly.

"Dont be sorry dear! You have nothing to be sorry for, should we go get some breakfast?" His smile full of warmth enchanted you and your tears faded as you returned the smile with a nod.

"I'm Steve Roger's by the way" he said as he held your hand as you walked.

"I'm y/n y/l/n"

You both arrived back at the table with the others after calming down a bit. Both of you holding each others hands. You werent sure why, but there was an automatic connection between the two of you, something so familiar yet you'd never known possible.

"Seems like them two are good" Sam laughed nudging Nat, she rolled her eyes but laughed agreeing. Bruce sipping his coffee smiling at you.

"So y/n, would you care for some food?" Steve asked you looking down. It seemed strange but you shyly nodded.

"Ah making food already are we? Alright Rogers go ahead and serve us like the slave to America you are" a new man entered, confidence emitted off him and circled the room. His heels clapping the floor as he walked, his black suit button being popped off as he walked freely. He looked to be in some very formal attire, all designer and- well rich? He also wore some type if sunglasses even though you wrte all inside?-

You looked back to Steve as he raided his eyebrows at the new man, then beginning to cook ignoring his words. This new man walked over to you, you started to question how many men actually did live here- and how different they all seemed to be.

"Tony Stark, y/n y/l/n I know its alright dear. Alright look after the kid I've gotta go out" he pulled down his glasses while talking, his strange beard stuck out to you too. Like triangles at the edges? It looked oddly cool though.

Steve turned around with a smirk, "oh so that's why you're acting like this?"

"Acting like what Rodgers?" The two locked eyes, both having large smirks covering their faces.

"I'll just get you back later" Steve mocked in a teasing tone, making Tony blush and push up his glasses.

"I'll be back in an hour or so. Play nice" he patted your head as he walked off.

Damn. First impressions really did count here didnt they? You could bearly even get a word in. Yet he seemed so confident and important, and manly full of sass. Even you could tell the man was a diva.

You couldn't help but find yourself giggling at him, which made Tony quite happy indeed. He strutted off into another corridor, his heels clip clapping as he prodded along.

"Do you like egg's y/n?" Steve asked you caringly, though you werent sure how to answer. Confusion spread across your face, adorable as such.

"Oh, sorry I'd best explain" Bruce pipped up. "Y/n has no memory of her past. So the most she knows is her age and name, nearly. So she wont be able to answer any question. Stark will explain more later"

You looked at Bruce, grateful for his interruption, he nodded back to show he knew you were thankful.

"Oh okay, well would you like to try some?" Steve refrained his queston to make you more comfortable. You nodded slightly, still quite embarrassed to talk.

"So you don't remember anything then?" Sam asked gaining your attention, "makes sense how you didn't know what juice was then. Still, it's great ain't it?" He smiled at you laughed, you giggled slightly, his failed attempts at being funny actually seemed funny to you. He smiled at you in this heart breaking way at your giggles, he found it too adorable to handle.

"You alright there Sam?" Sam rolled his eyes at the voice as you both turned your attentions to a new man.

"How many men actually do live here?..." you whispered to Banner, he seemed to be the one you were most talkative with as of the moment.

"A lot" he whispered back, chuckling at your questions. He hadn't noticed it before but there were a lot of men in the avengers compound.

This new make figure was also build strong, he had blackish brown hair floating around his shoulders and a strong face structure with a stubby chin. He also wore a pinkish dull red shirt that covered all his arms and some black gloves on with ordinary pants.

"All googly eyes over what?" He teased, winding the other man up as he walked in. He then spotted you and looked taken aback and gave you this- strange smile. Seemingly forced yet a happiness spread from it, you smiled at him.

"Buck that's y/n, shes gonna be stating with us for a while" Steve called from across the counter while making eggs. Buck walked over to you and bobbed down to your size, crouching whikeleaning on his knees.

"Um, hi y/n. I'm Bucky Barnes" he seemed awkward but in a different sense to how Bruce was. Bruce seemed anxious and fearful while Bucky seemed awkward and trying. You gave him a small smile for his efforts.

"Now who's goggling?" Sam teased back, taking a sip if his coffee. Bucky drilled his eyes while moving upwards to look at Sam.

Sam almost spit out his coffee as an awkward wobbly smile snuck onto his face. You couldn't see what Bucky was doing whole starting at Sam but everyone else laughted at his sudden weakness.

"Barnes being childish?" Nat intervened, leaning on the counter behind her. She seemed intrigued by this, though it wasnt unusual for Sam and Bucky to act like 5 year old children.

"The two of them always act like two year olds" Bruce sighed, though slight chuckles were to be heard. They all did enjoy when the two of them would act playfully.

Bucky then began to walk over to Sam, making granny hands at his sides taunting his friend. Sam backed up into a wall as he watched his friend nervously.

"Why did you have to wake up playful when we got a new kid!" He whined. Bucky just smirked at him. Sam handed his Coffee to Nat who placed it on the counter top before he legged it down a corridor, in which bucky followed giving him a head start.

You giggled at their silliness, it seemed nice. The way they all cared about each other yet were all do different.

"They'll be back soon" Steve chuckled as he handed a plate to you with some eggs on. "These are eggs, see the yellow orange piece is the yoke and the white is- the whites-" he hesitated before chuckling to himself, Steve explained the egg to you before Bruce explained what they actually were to you.

"BABIES?!"

"No! No"

Nat was now laughing at this new scene caused. You thought you were about to eat a baby chicken but the orgers tried to comfort you.

"Its okay, we eat these because they're good for us"

"So we eat- babies... because it's good for us?"

Even Steve had given up explaining and was just doubling down with laughter.

"No! No, they're okay, their not babies. The babies haven't grown yet, they-"

"Why are we eating it ?!?" You were panicking thinking you might kill it.

Even bruce began to give up hope and laughing.

"Y/n- it's okay to eat them, they arent babies" Bruce couldn't be bothered to explain it anymore, everyones laughter made you feel a little better but you were still worried for the egg. Steve convinced you to take a bite and cut it up for you. He handed you a fork with a piece on and you looked between everyone and the food.

"I'm sorry" you whispered to it, making everyone loose it before you are it.

Your eyes lit up because it did taste nice, and it didn't have that horrible wrong feeling when you've done something bad. You took another bite, and another. The others chuckling and eating their food while you finished up.

Just as you did Bucky walked in the room with a yelling and kicking Sam on top of him.

"BUCK PUT ME DOWN!!"

Bucky walked over to the couch and threw his friend down before climbing over his begging body. His gloved hands crawling up Sam's sides as he began to childlike giggle and slap Bucky's hands away.

"Is someone a little ticklish?" Bucky asked him as his fingers began to pick up pace and crawl up his friends ribs. Sam began to buck and squeal, rotating and doing anything to get his friend off.

"What are they doing?" You giggled, enjoying the scene with everyone else.

"Tickling, it makes people laugh"

"He looks silly" you giggled. You felt so welcome yet still so new but being as you were you couldn't help but giggle.

"BUCKYYYHEHEHE STAHAHAGAOPPPPO PLEASEEEEE" Sam begged as he tried to grab the super solider hands, he then retaliated and somehow got a hold of his hips, digging his thumbs in. Not Bucky's most ticklish place but good enough to make him loose balance and fall to the floor.

Sam sat above him and quickly began his attack on the soldiers ribs, staging for the gold. His laughter was deep and royal, it made you giggle even more, everyone in the room seemingly laughing harder at the tables turning in this tickle fight.

"Now whose ticklish buck? Redwing! Get in here and record this" Sam yelled as a red airplane mini like robot entered the room and flew over a screaming Bucky.

"SAMMMMM GET THAT SHIT OUTTAHAGA MY FACE! AHAH" he lifted his arms trying to cover his red blushing face as Sam's fingers coated his rib cage.

"Language!"

"SHUT UP STEHEHEVE! AHAHA COME HEHELP ME!!" Bucky was now howling with laughter, Sam knew that if he wanted any escape it would be to wear out his friend before escape. Only to his downfall the blond man walked over and pulled him off Buck's frailing body.

"STEVE YOU TRATOR!" Sam whined in the other super shoulders hold. They both watched over Bucky's worn out body giving off giggles not usually heard from the man.

Steve then threw sam onto the couch and came back to finish his food. Sam got up and walked over to you quickly,

"this, this doesn't count as our first meeting" He told you breathlessly, Bucky raised a hand and agreed. You nodded at them giggling away to yourself.

"Ughhh I'm gonna get you Sam" you all heard before Bucky began to rise.

"Oh what's that? Oh, oh that's uh- someone. Gotta go!" Sam bolted through the doors as Bucky swiftly followed him.

"Well that didnt takes long" Nat said after a while as you could all hear Sam begging and laughing in the corridors.

[guiltysecretpasttime]

Blended - 3

Note: Why hello - thanks for staying tuned and being here to check this out. Leave a note what you think. :)

Title: Blended

Previous installment here and chapter one here. 

Legend of Korra, Lin/Tenzin, Modern AU, no bending

Blurb: A modern AU with no bending where Lin finds herself with three kids, where Tenzin is Mr Big Shot CEO, where Mako is an overprotective son, where Ikki endears herself to Lin, where Bumi is the cool meddling godfather/uncle and where Pema is out of the picture.

Multi-part, WIP

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Another teenaged boy joined the first boy and Lin.

Lin ruffled the other boy’s hair in greeting.

Probably noticing Tenzin’s thunderous expression, Jinora turned around.

The first boy gave a half-smile then saluted her. The young girl rolled her eyes as she smiled back and saluted.

Ikki, to his surprise, gave an enthusiastic wave that the boy returned. “Is Mako joining us?”

Mako. Tenzin filed the name away for future review.

Ikki knew him? Just how close are they…

Jinora shrugged. “Mom won’t let him.”

“Oh?” Tenzin’s tone of practiced disinterest came into play.

Jinora rolled her eyes. “He could be quite overprotective.”

Tenzin frowned as both girls turned their attention back to their meal.

How dare that slip of a boy even presume that he was going to do something unsavory.

Lin slipped back into the booth, carrying a root beer float with two straws. “Mako sends his regards.” She nudged the drink towards the two girls. “Anyway, so thought of any questions, sir?”

Sir?

Tenzin cleared his throat as Lin waited with an amused smirk. “You can call me Tenzin, not… sir.”

Not awkward, not awkward at all.

“Okay then, Tenzin.” The emphasis on his name was somewhat derisive.

“Hmmm, yes – I think Ikki would be in good hands.” He paused, thinking of questions to ask.

How is Mr Lin taking this? Where is he? Is he in the picture? Why isn’t he mentioned? Is he okay with having a sleepover at their house? Did he mind that there was a young pup hovering around his woman and child? Or, heaven forbid, is Mr Lin that boy?

He heard that plastic surgery does wonders, and some ethnicities do tend to age better than others.

“I take it you don’t have any questions?” Lin finished her drink by now. “Well, then. For tomorrow, we will be heading out anyway so I can bring Ikki to your house, or we can meet at the mall.”

There was a challenge there. After all, it was a conglomerate in the mall industry that was the root of the demise of their long-term relationship.

“Sure, let’s go to the mall.” And they agreed on a time and place to meet the next day.

Lin waved the waiter over and requested to have the leftover food of the girls to be packed home (“You’ll both remember your unfinished waffles later tonight when you’re finishing your project so best to take it home.”).

Tenzin motioned for the check.

“Already taken care of.” Lin nodded.

“You didn’t have to.” Tenzin mumbled weakly, putting his wallet back in his pocket.

He was met with a shrug. “Consider it as a belated welcome gift to this city.” Lin stood up once the leftover food was brought over by the waiter, and they all prepared to head out.

Tenzin was well-aware of the two boys from the other table following them.

“Mako, Bolin – please help Jinora and Ikki with their things while I get the car ready.” Lin walked over to where she was parked to turn on the air conditioning.

For his part, Tenzin led the children to his car, surreptitiously watching their interaction.

Ikki gave one of them (Bolin, was it?) a high five while Jinora was quickly exchanging words with Mako.

As he was pulling out the key from his pocket, a hand shot in front of him.

“I’m Mako.”

He shook the hand without hesitation. “Tenzin.” He clicked his key to unlock the car and opened the trunk, where the overnight bag of Ikki is as well as the other art supplies of both girls.

The other boy came forward now, extending his own hand. “Bolin here.” He grinned widely, a touch friendlier than Mako.

Tenzin grasped it and introduced himself as well. He handed Bolin one of the heavier bags while Ikki and Jinora went forward to get their lighter ones. Mako, meanwhile, hung back and was sizing him up from the looks of it.

Only, he wasn’t sizing him up apparently.

Mako moved silently to pick up the bulkiest of the materials so that Jinora did not have to carry it.

The young girl beamed up at him, saying. “That’s why you’re my favorite brother.”

Brother?

“Hey!” Bolin grumbled from the other side as he swung on his back two duffel bags. “What about me?”

Correction: brothers?

“You’re my favorite brother-friend.” Ikki punched his arm.

Bolin laughed boisterously while they went off to Lin’s car.

Ikki turned to face her father quickly who was bringing up the rear. “Don’t tell Meelo.”

Tenzin raised his hands in surrender. “Of course not.”

“Well, technically, I’m not your brother so…” Bolin wringed his hands worriedly. Thinking that maybe Tenzin would say something about it.

So… brothers.

Tenzin had a lot of questions while Lin and her children loaded the things of Jinora and Ikki into their trunk. The boys were a lot older than Jinora. Much, much older… Something that did not quite sit well with him.

Before he knew it, Tenzin was left at the parking lot as they waved good-bye at him as the car sped off.

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Pema settled herself at a quiet corner in the coffee shop. She placed down her bag beside her and let the waiter place the tea tray on the table.

She checked the time on her tablet.

It was time for her weekly call with her daughter.

Ever since the divorce, she and Tenzin tried to figure out a way to co-parent despite being a couple of countries apart. One of the things they agreed on is that they were not going to let their children bounce from one household to another a lot during the school year. Another is that Pema would continue to consistently remain in contact with the kids through a weekly video call. This also linked to their eventual agreement that Ikki was to have her own (child-locked and parental monitored) phone.

It was something that Pema looked forward to every week.

For all the differences that she and her ex-husband had and the reasons that they went into the marriage, Pema does not regret her children with him.

“Hi Mommy!”

“Hi Sweetie!” Pema found herself smiling at Ikki’s toothy grin. “How are you doing?”

Ikki, as she expected, launched into this enthusiastic story about what she had been up to since the last time they chatted. When she was in the middle of gesturing and talking about her big sister-little sister project, other voices wafted into the call - voices that Pema was unfamiliar with.

Pema leaned closer to peer into the screen, brows furrowing, only noticing that the background of Ikki’s call was different.

In the background, someone (a male someone) let out a loud whoop.

Ikki paused to take a deep breath and Pema interjected. “Dear, where are you right now?”

“Oh-oh-oh! That’s what I was going to tell you next, Mommy!” Ikki waved her hands excitedly in front of her. “I’m on a sleepover with Jinora! At Jinora’s house!”

Pema was surprised but did not let it show. She did not want to dampen Ikki’s delight. She would not be that mother (she would not be her mother). And, well, at the end of the day, she did trust Tenzin’s parenting decisions. “That’s great. How is it so far?”

“It’s fun! She has two brothers. Two brothers, Mommy! And not two Meelo’s too. They’re very nice. Her mommy is really nice also – not like Korra’s uncle. Korra’s uncle is grumpy at home but nice outside. Jinora’s mommy is nice both outside and at home.”

Pema had to bite back a smile at Ikki’s commentary. Having crossed paths with Unalaq during her marriage with Tenzin, she did not particularly enjoy spending time with the politician. Everything was mostly for show and behind closed doors, to family, the man could be quite cold and standoffish.

There was raucous laughter from Ikki’s side and Ikki looked to the side, to someone or something off-camera.

“That’s Bolin, Mommy. Jinora’s older brother.” The view shook a bit as Ikki was likely moving her phone around to show her mother the view of the room. “And that’s her brother, Mako.”

Pema could see that they were probably in some sort of study room. Behind Ikki, there were two computers set-up, each with a teenaged boy sitting in front of it wearing a headset.

“And here’s Jinora.”

The view moved again and a familiar girl who she has talked to in previous calls waved at her. Jinora was beside Ikki and was in the process of gluing something to a small card.

Ikki placed her phone steady again and went into detail about the project they were working on, and Pema could see the door at her side opening.

“Bolin, Mako – no yelling, you know Ikki will be on a call right now.” The woman who entered the room hissed audibly at the teenagers.

“Sorry, Mom -.” The stocky boy started to apologize then trailed off, inaudible to Pema’s ears.

What struck Pema most, however, was not the amount of glitter that Ikki and Jinora were putting on their projects, or the two boys punching each other’s arm when they probably get a point in their computer game. No, it was the woman who stood watching their game, hands at her waist.

It was a woman that she has never met but was quite familiar with.

Pema was left pondering how her daughter landed at a sleepover at Lin Beifong’s house.

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“OMG – is that – is that a background image of the Fire Ferrets’ place?  Where did you download that?! Can you send it to me? Pleaaaase! Didn’t know you’re a fan of the Fire Ferrets!!”

Ikki read and reread the message of her cousin Korra at their chat.

It did not make sense to her.

What background was she talking about?

She scrolled up to the last picture she sent which was of her and Jinora holding up their project with their final touches completed.

Jinora nudged her, noticing her preoccupation. “You, okay?”

Ikki wrinkled her nose, showing her phone screen to Jinora. “What’s a Fire Ferret?”

“My ears are tingliiiing - did someone say Fire Ferret?” Bolin jumped in between them, his hand cupping his ear. “You don’t know who the Fire Ferrets are?” At Ikki’s slow head shake, he clicked his tongue and placed his arms around the shoulders of the girls. “I can’t believe Jinora didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

Jinora rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “I don’t think Ikki would have been interested.”

“Don’t you put down her possible interest in esports!” Bolin flicked his sister’s nose with affection. “The Fire Ferrets is today’s up-and-rising, the ones-to-watch-out, most promising esports team!” He followed up with a faux-whisper, “At least that’s what eSports Unlimited.com says in their latest ranking article. Impressive huh?”

Ikki just blinked up at him.

Bolin did not let that deter him. “And, what’s more – you’re looking at one of them now!”

“Cut it out, Bo.” Mako sighed from his position at his desk, having taken off his headset. “I hardly think Tenzin would like Ikki to be exposed to the wonderful world of esports at her age.”

“And, you’ll be right at that point, kid.” All four of them faced the door, where Lin had peeked her head. “Tenzin would not be keen on prolonged screen time and neither would he appreciate if we bring his daughter back with darkened eyebags. Bedtime now, kids!”

The pronouncement brought a cacophony of complains.

“But, Mooom -.”

“Please Ms Lin – I-.”

“Mom, we’re too old to have a bedtime.”

“Kids – please, we’re going to need to wake up early.”

“We can still wake up early – our body clock’s fantastic.”

“No.”

“Yeah, we’ll even prepare breakfast for everyone.” A punch. “Ow! What was that for?”

A snort. “Speak for yourself.”

“I’m holding you all to that then. I’ll head on – good night, kids!”

A door closes and another punch. “What was that for, now?”

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Little did they know, while Lin was having a smidge of trouble getting the kids to get to bed, across town, a certain businessman was having trouble sleeping.

After dinner and after tucking Meelo to bed (with two bedtime stories read), Tenzin found himself exhausted from the week (and day) he has had. And so, he had gone off to prepare for bed but was unable to find a comfortable position to sleep.

Who was he kidding – he had a lot of thoughts running through his mind.

Feeling restless still, Tenzin got back up from bed and went to pull out his laptop.

He scrolled through various folders until he found what he was looking for. His fingers tapped swiftly on the keyboard, the password a muscle memory. However, his cursor hovered over the ok button, unable to belie his hesitation and uncertainty.

Tenzin paused and asked himself if he really wanted to do this.

Eventually, he pushed through and out popped the window showing files upon files. Scanned documents, audio files, slide shows, videos, saved emails and photos.

One of the reasons why he managed to bring back the White Lotus Corporation to life is his tenacity, his dogged determination to see things through. Tonight, it is this same tenacity that brought him to go through his past as he started to go through old photos with one Lin Beifong. He went through the photos and emails – trying to see, trying to look for a clue at what point did Lin start showing or possibly start getting involved with the boys’ father, at what point in their relationship did he not become enough.

Tenzin would later come to wonder if he should have just let sleeping dogs lie.

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Note: Dundundun. Misunderstandings upon misunderstandings – my favorite genre. Haha! Hope all is good with you reading from the other side of the screen. Just a note here – Pema won’t be a nasty bitch here, and no hating gonna happen. Trying to make this as light as possible, so no overly angsty~ plot lines. Crossing my fingers this experimental story works out fine haha.

Share your thoughts, theories, feelings, anything about this story with me. 😊 I am trying to get back to writing so this might not be up to my usual length or content. Happy to hear from you though.